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THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW
Chasing, hunching;, liurr jlntx y.
spsraies i lie ye:
And even tho dugs with a lurk and a bound, snap at the crys
tal that eddy mound,
The town In ullvo mid Mm heart In aglow, to welcome the com
In:: of bountiful snow.
How the wild crowd go swaying along, hailing each other with
humor iiud songl '
How tha gay sledges like meteors (Unit by bright for a mo-
mont, (lion lost to the eye.
Ringing, swinging, dashing they go over the crest of tha
beautiful mow!
8now ho pure when It fnlU' from the sky, to be trampled In mud
by tho rrowil rushing by:
To tin ttampled und Hacked hv tho thousands of feet, till U
blend with tho horrible tilth In the street.
Onco I was puro ns the snow
llnKi'H, from heaven to noli:
roll, to bo trumped ns the illtlt In tha street: fell, to be scorted,
to be spit on and beut.
Pleading, cursing, dreading to die, telling my soul to whoever
would buy,
Dealing In tdmine for u morsel of bread, hating the living and
fearing tlio dead.
Merciful (lod! have I fatten so low? And ct, I was once like
this beautiful snow!
Once I was fair as the benutlful snow, with an eye like Its
crystals, u henrt like Hi glow;
Once I was loved for my Innocent grace flattered and sought
for the charm of my fare.
Father, mother, sinters all, GoJ, and myself, I liuve lost by
my fall.
The veriest wretch thnt goes shivering by will take a wide
ftweep, lest I wander too nigh;
For of all that Is, on or about me, T know (hero Is nothing
that' puro but the beautiful ouow.
How strange It Rliould be that this benutirul snow should fall
on a sinner with nowhere to go!
How Htrangn It would be, when the night .comes. ngnln, If the
snow and the leo'strtiek my desperate brain!
Fainting, f reeling, dying nlone, too wicked for player, too
weak for my moan
To bo heard In tun crush of the r.raty town, gone mad In Its
Joy Ht the snow's coming down;
To Ho und to die In my .terrible woe, wl(li a bed-iand a shroud
of tin beautiful snow.
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Father O'Flaberty's Tactics,
BY ETHEL M. COLSON.
(Copyright. 2901. by Dally Story Tub. Co.)
It was a neat llttlo house la a neat
llttlo Btrcet, Dennis Mullancy'a resi
dence, but It was not alone because of
Its neatness that Mrs. Mullaney was
proud of it. 8ho hail bought that
bouse on the Installment plan, mind
you out ot her own earnings as a
seamstress, aided by tho little she
could savo nut ot her husband'B wages
ot two dollars a day. And sho bad
never, as she herself expressed It, had
"Has than eight chllder ter kape"
while the house was in course of ac
quirement For theso beloved "chll
der" the social ambitions were high.
It was no part of her plans that Molly,
her eldest and the (lower of the flock,
should marry a "common teamster,"
although young "Jamesy" Murphy
owned a flno team.
It Is doubtful if tho young people
would ever havo had a chauco to he
happy without making a run for it,
which Molly would never havo con
sented to do but for Father O'Fla
lierty's assistance.
Father O'Flaherty was tho boyish
faced priest at St. Michael's, a youug
man lust out from Ireland, aud, onco
more, to quote Mrs. Mullaney, "wur
rekln' lplke the very dlvvle ier bats
titer,. favor of homesickness," which
was consuming him. Father O'Fla
herty was fond ot calling at tho Mul
laney cottage because Mrs. Mullaney
reminded him ot tho good, hard-working,
affectionate mother who had sac
rificed her own Joy in his presence tor
the sako ot his future well-being. He
was sorry, upon the occasion of tho
call which directly followed Mrs. Mul
laney'a flat against "Jamesy" Murphy
to soe that Molly looked palo and trou
bled and that her eyes showed traces
ot tears.
"It's hankcrlu' after Jamesy Murphy
that she do be," the indignant mother
"It's hankcrln' after Jamesy-Murphy."
burst forth In answer to the good
priest's kindly inquiry. "But It's cry
he'll havo ter, unllss Jamesy alters
his ways,"
"A good lad, Mrs. Mullaney," said
Father O'Flaherty, "and very steady
for bis years,"
Molly shot blm a grateful glance,
but Mrs. Mullaney grew mors Indig
nant. "He may be steady as the church fer
awl I care," she declared, roundly,
"an" as barnsome as Molly thinks him.
But no young nuu that's wlllln' tor
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tho Miovv, the beautiful snow, fllllnc tlio
nky and the earth, below,
Over the housetops, over the street, over
tho hcinW of tlio tropin yon meet.
Dsnelmr, flirting. sklmmlm? along, lleiuitl-
ful snow! It can do nothing wrohK.
Flying to lils n fulf lady's chxelsj cUmtlng
to llii In a frolicsome fteak;
Beautiful snow, from tlio heovens obove,
puio us un angel, and llcklo ah loVat
01 the snnw.llte bcautlfnl snow! How the
flake!) Rather and laugh no they so'
Whirling about In ItknniddutiliiK run, It
ntikVM In II irlfii Willi Vfl von?
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It lights up tlio faco and ltn
but I fell:
fell, like the snow-
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dhrlvo team those days is good onough
fer my Molly. It's eddlcatlon an'
sthyle thot helps a mon up in ther
wurruld theso days."
"It's love thot makes peoplo hap
py," vonturcd Molly, emboldened by
tho priest's ovldent sympathy.
"I bellevo you'ro right, my girl,"
Fathor O'Fraherty told her a few mo
meuts later, ne she showed him out at
tho frout door. "Keep up a good
heart and a good courage, Molly, and
you'll be a happy wsman one of these
days.
Straight homo to the study where a
commlttoo ot "solid" parishioners
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"Heaven bless ye, father."
waited to discuss plans for tho build
ing of tho now church went Father
O'Flaherty, thinking ot Molly and
"Jamesy" aud Mrs. Mullaney as ho
went. And thinking a little, too, per
haps, of tho brlght-oyed, rosy-checked
Irish girl for whoso sake ho had been
hurried oft to college n llttlo earlier
tliau ho had expected, but ot whoso
charms a man dedicated to tho prlost
hood from his infancy had no right to
think. She, too, had looked a little
pale and troubled when last he saw
her. Tho thin faco of Fathor O'Fla
herty looked thinner than over ns he
faced his parishioners.
"I'll leave most of tho dotalls to you,
gentlomcn," ho said, presently, "but 1
want young James Murphy to havo
tho contract for tho teaming. He's a
good lad and tho contract will help
htm. None of yoti will have any ob
jection, I am sure."
"Jamesy isn't prepared for't," sug
gested ono of tho three contract teatn
uters In tho room.
"I understand he soon will be," was
Father O'Flaherty'a quiet reply.
That night he had an Interview with
the young teamster.
"I'm thinking, James," was tho sub
stance of this conversation, "that you
could borrow the money for a couple
ot new teams from your father It you
had a good contract in slghtrcouldn't
you? And I myself shall bo glad to
loud you tho money tor still auotber
good team and wagon. With three or
four teams you'd be in shape to un
dertako tho teaming contract for the
new church of St. Michael."
"Never mind tbankB, lad," he con
cluded the interview by saying, "Go
aud talk to your father and see it
you can't overcome Mr. Mullanoy's
prejudice against having a teamster
for a son-in-law by telling her that
you've got the church contract"
"Heaven bliss ye, Father." said
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young "Jamesy," relapsing into- tho
vernacular.
And, ns Fathor O'Flaherty had ex
pected, Mrs. Miillnney'a social ambi
tions for her daughter recognized a
wldo difference between a "common"
teamster who drovo his own slnglo
tenm and tho "contract teamster" who
rejoiced in four teams and tho church
contract.
Tho neat llttlo house was rcplnced
by n tall flnt building soma time ago,
and Mr. and Mrs. James Murphy, bliss
fully happy and successful, are Joint
owners with Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Mul
laney ot this new building. Father
O'Flahrrty, albeit that be never find
tlio new building qulto so snug nnd
homcllko as tho old one, calls thcro
quite often and ho Is usually n llttlo
happier for every visit.
Tho sweet .llttlo Irish girl of whom
Father O'Flaherty has no business to
bo thinking slipped out this life Inst
winter, nnd It comforts tho man who
has no business to think of her to
know that Molly Murphy, nro Molly
Mullaney, was mado happy for her
sake.
RESPEOT FOR THE LAW.
A Mow at tha President Is a Atiuiaca
to us All.
So far ns tho American peoplo can
protect tho life of their chief mngls
trato against the common enemies ot
all governments, no effort will be
spared to do so. A stricter enforce
ment ot existing legislation, possibly
new legislation looking to tho closer
supervision of tho speech and action
of suspicious elements In tho com
munity Is likely to follow. A blow
directed against our president is a
menace to each one of us, nnd we havo
full right to tako ovcry precaution
against tho foes of established order.
Dut In a democracy like ours, founded
upon freo opinion and free speech,
choosing lib' rulers from tho runks,
and desiring thoso rulers to minglo
more or less freely, during their term
of offlce, with their fcllow-cltlzcns, It
bocomes difficult aud probably Impos
sible to surround the life ot nn Am
erican president with those safeguards
with which Kuropean sovereigns have
grown snilly familiar. In witnessing
tho slaying of our chief magistrate by
an anarchist, we are sharing in the,
evil inheritance of old world tyranny
and absolutism, without being ablo
to utilizo thoso defensive measures
which absolutism makes possible. Thej
only permanently effective weapon
against anarchy, In a self-governing
ropublic, is respect for law. Fortun
ately, this.' weapon is within the reach
of every citizen of tho American com
monwealth, and wo believe that the
untimely death ot tho president ban
already resulted in a profound popular
reaction against lawlessness In every
form. Atlantic Monthly.
nis Question of Faith.
A religious old darkey hud hln fnlth
badly shaken not long ago. He Is sex
ton for a white church in a Fayette
county town, and ono afternoon as he
was In front sweeping the pavement a
strong wind nroso, tearing a piece of
tho cornice off and taking a few bricks
out of the wall. Realizing that a. good,
run was better than n, bad stand, tho
old man sought shelter In tho station
liouso on tho opposlto sldo ot tho
Btrcet. Soveral minutes later a mem-;
her of tho church of which Uncle Ish-1
am Is noxtoa camu by, nnd noticing
him in his retreat, remarked that ho'
thought the stutlon houso a strunge,
placo for a man of faith to seek shel
ter In u storm when a house ot wor
ship wns near. "Dat's so, but whut's'
a man gwlnc ter do when 'do Lord be-'
gins to ftow bricks at 'Itn?" Memphis
Scimitar.
A New Fuel Gas.
Much Interest Is felt In England In
tho Mond fuel gas, which lu made from
the cheapest class of small coal and,
dust, known as "bituminous slack."
This gas, which Is Intended for fur
naces and gas engines, can, it Is)
claimed, be supplied at a coat of four
cents psr thousand cubic foet. It Is
not a lighting gas, as It burns with a
palo blue flame, and its heating value
Is lower than that of Illuminating gas,
but greater than most other "producer
gases." In the process of manufac
ture n very largo proportion of tho
nitrogen of the coal is recovered In
tho form ot sulphnta of ammonia,
worth nearly two dollars for evory ton
ot slack gasified.
Artlftelat Ira In Arlton.
A company has Just been formed at
Phoenix tor the, unlquo purpose of
maktng Ico by electrical currents and
storing It In artificial glaciers In high
altitudes, for purposes ot Irrigation.
Tho Inventors clnlm that their schemo
will not only solve tho water problem,
but will tend to greatly reduce tho
summer temperature In tho arid re
gions. They declare that while, here
tofore, only beat has been produced
by electricity, they, by a slmplo proc
ess, roverso the method and secure
tho opposlto results, producing in
tenso cold.
An ABIIcted Ilratlier.
Brother Dickey was undor tho
weather the other day. In describing
his symptoms ho said: "Yes, suh, hit's'
true dat 'l ain't feolln half well. In
do fust place, I 'fllcted wld rattlln' er
do bones; deu I troubled wld battln' er
de eyelids, llftln' er de let' leg, wob
bllu' er de right foot, n crackln' er do
top skull. All I needs now ter finish
me complete la six months er do uu-J-lnted
rheumatism!" Atlanta Consti
tution. '
Some men will do for strangers what
their relatives may ask U vain.
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BY THE S0
If aaaaaaaaaaMaJaar"frBaMaaaIaaaayr SaJ"fl
Dick "You're the only womun I ever loved."
Ethel "You're Joking."
Dick "No, truly. The others were nil girls."
At It Might llae Heen.
"Vv'cilerly "I don't believe the aver
ago mother-in-law Is half us black itrf
she Is painted."
Singleton "Don't you, really?"
Wederly "No. My mother-In-lnw
tried to do mo n favor once that
would probably have mndo me happy
for llfo had sho succeeded."
Singleton "What did she do at
tempt suicide?"
Wederly "No. She refused her con
sent to my marriage with her daugh
ter, but 1 llko a blooming Idiot. In
duced tho girl to elopo with mo."
The rror-iM-.
It was early on the morning of Oct.
, 1901, the thirtieth unnlvcrsary ot the
great Are.
Tho professor being unable to sleep,
had gone out of doors to look at tho
stars.
Suddenly tho glare, ot a tremendous
conflagration down-town caught his
eye, and he heard tho rattlo and rum
ble of flro engines hastening to tho
sceno of danger.
"Well," he ald. "It's qulto evident
that for the last thirty yeurs Chicago
has been between two fires."
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The Llzzard Why Is Mrs. Spider crying?
The Toad She telegraphed her husband to kill her a houso fly for dinner
and he understood It horse fly und was killed in the combat.
ITiipraetlcHl Mau.
Cooke It's surprising how unprac
tical some men are.
Brooke -Why, how's that?
Cooke Well, there' Prof. Linguist,
for example He spent tho best part
of his llfo acquiring fluency In nine
or ton different languages, and then
went nnd married n wife who never
gives him a. chance to get a word in
edgeways. Tit-Bits.
An Karthly Angel.
"If you will ba my wlfo
Said he:
Yc
ou shall never know a care;
With an angel for an earthly mate
There Is nothing I'd not dare."
"No doubt," sho answered calmly,
"But somowhoro I havo read
That fools oft rush in blindly
Whoro angels fear to tread."
FathiH-"Tomniy, this Is a very bad
report you bring from school." Tom
my "I know It, papa; but you said
it I bright homo a good ropoit you
would give me a quarter, and I wanted
to save you that expense."
An Acknowledgment.
A man sometimes attaches a great
deal ot importance to himself." re
marked Mr. Meokton'rt wife. "Yes,"
answered Lconldas, with a Chester
fleldlau air, "especially when ho geta
married." Washington Star.
ANatural Term.
"Papa, hero's an expression I never
heard before; 'That's tho word with
the barkon.' What does It mean?" "I
upposo it means any word that's writ
ten In a ship's log." Chicago Tribune.
Pictorial Rumor
SEA WHES.
SUMMER
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Sister "Mary received a box of lovely silk stockings from Loudon yesterday."
Brother "I guess you'll see her
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"If it wasn't for one thing, I bet
mlnuto."
"What's the one thing?"
"The dUtanco is too far for the
Rubbing It III.
Miss Cutting I have a good Joke on
my cousin Clara. Without her glasses,
you know, It Is almost impossible for
her to distinguish ono person from an
other, and this morning sho actually
talked to a dummy In front of a cloth
ing store for 10 minutes, thinking It
was you,
Sottlelgh Weally! And how did
she aw disco vah her mistake?
Miss Cutting She didn't; there's
where the Joko comes In. Chicago
News.
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KXKff HI8 DUTtKS.
A young clerk In a wholesale houao
has been spending u largo portion ot
his salury for tho last few' days buylngi
cigars for friends who arc "on" to a
Joko thnt wns perpetrated on him. His
employer engaged a now boy, audir
soon ns the boy came to tho establish
ment ho was Instructed In his duties by
our friend, who had been promoted toi
the position of assistant bookkeeper
and given u small office by hlmseir.
About nn hour after the boy startod In,
the boss came around, and ucolug hint
working, nsked:
"Huh tho assistant bookkeeper told
you what to do7"
"Yes, sir," was the prompt reply; "ho,
told mo to wnko up when I saw you
coming around."
He went flFhlng, and when he cams
hack a friend met him nnd asked: v
"Did you catch anything?" m
"No!" In a tone of scorn.
"Well," exclaimed tho friend, "yotf
nro truthful, anyhow, which all fish
ermen arc not."
"As to that." responded tho fl3hflr
mnn, "perhaps you might hnvo called'
them fish, but I wouldn't. Tho big-,
gost ono I got only weighed 13
pounds." Strdy Stories.
KNOCKING,.
on the street every rainy day after this."
Kindly.
Miss Anteek She's very rudo. Sh,
told mo yesterday that I was "a honia-'.
ly old thing."
Miss Goodhenrt Yes, I heard her,
and I took her to task for It afterward.i
Miss Anteek Did you really?
Miss Qoodbcart Yes; I told her she
should think how scnsltlvo you must
be about it. Philadelphia Press.
IVoinan-T.IUo.
Toss She says she can't understand
why people call him a flatterer.
Jess Sho does, ch?
Tess Yes; I guess it's because bo
never said anything flattering to her.i
Jess More likely he did say some,
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thing flattering and she's trying
make herself believe he was In earn
est. Philadelphia Press.
Why Ha Escapad.
The Literary Editor: "Thnt fellow
Scribbler sent in a poem this morn
ing entitled 'Why do I live?' "
The Editor: "What did you do with
it?"
The Literary Editor: "Returned ft
with an enclosed slip saying: 'Because
you mailed this instead of bringing it
personally.' "
CINCH.
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that horse ot mine could go a mile In
time."
At an AdTantare.
"Blnz is a bit of a bore, but he's very
fond of children. "Yes," answered Miss
Cayenne. "Ho can tell them all his
stories without so much risk of their
saying they have heard them befoto."
Washington Star.
Worse Tat.
Mother If you marry him la hatU
you will repent at leisure.
Daughter Well, I can't bear to
think ot any other girl repenting l
lalsure with him. Puck,
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