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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 20, 1901)
i FA.V to ILK A rru& 1 ft ft w ' .r IW ' ft. ; StT-'f' 1 1 'J '- $? ' tfv k c- HE KNEW HER. Woman That rocking chair you Bold mo is a fraud. Second-hand Doalcr How's dot. "Tho rockorB are not oven, and, aa you rock, It keeps moving sideways all over tho room." "Mcln gracious! I havo made a mo estakc and sent you von now patent rocker, varrantcd not to vear out do carpnt all in von place. Dot kind costs von dollar more." t , "Huh! Well, it's your'mlstakc, and I won't pay tho dollar, and I won't send it back so thoro!" Nlgim In Jnpnn. Tho pcoplo of Japan havo . mania for English signs nnd they flood the rooms at hotels with English cards. They havo no lnsplrntlve mood, nnd jthcy generally express an idea nega tively which wo express positively. One day a traveler said to a waiter: "Kishl, tho rolls tiro cold." "Yes," ho said, "a good deal of not cooling tho cakes Is good." A conspicuous notice at a leading hotel reads: "On tho dining tlmo nobody shall bo enter the dining and drawing room (Without tho gue3ta allow." Ono of the articles In the municipal laws of Kioto reads: "Any dealer shall bo honestly Iby his trade. Or course, tho sold ono shall preparo to make up tho safo package." A Toklo dentist's circular reads: "Our tooth is an Important organ for human lifo and countenance, as you know; therefore, when It Is at tacked by injury artificial tooth is ubc ful. I am engaged in tho dentistry, 'and 1 will niako for your purpose." The Champion Olntton. "Quito a gourmet, Isn't ho?" "Gourmet? Why, he's a regular glut ton." "You're, rather harsh, aren't you?" "Well, bo's ono of those fellows who will cat a hearty brenkfnst and thon discuss with 'his wlfo what to ordor for dinner. ONLY SLIGHTLY MISTAKEN. . f.r- :'t Jfc -v .vbT- Hungry Harry I'm down on dls t Wandering Watson Why, wot's do Hungry Harry I thought do lady When her husband go iroo wiu mo 1 Wanted Iloln. A stalwart Lifo GuardBman In Lon don strolled leisurely down tho street, and, approaching an expectant boot black, pompously placed ono enormous foot on tho polishing block. For a moment or two tho lad gazed In won derment at tho expanse of leather spread beforo IiIb eyes, and then ho .hailed a colleague on tho other side of tho 'b tree t "HI, Bill," ho shouted, "lend uu some polish. Hl'vo got a Harmy contrnct." A Tribute to the Departed. "Yea, she's a great talker." "Talked hor husband bald, hasu't she?" "No, tho baldness was the work of his first wlfo. She. didn't talk much, but sho left somo implo proofs or tho lexcellenco of her methods." The Qiiatjel. Sho You'ro Just hf ful. Ho You'ro more so. 8H0 You'ro a regular Btlck. He Tou'ro as cross as two. Pictorial Humor THE OBJECT. TL-l X "That's a uunutuul Bintueu glass wlnuow." "Yes; It was given by Mrs. do Rlchc. ""0 Pcw ,B Just clin . wanted 'somcthlnir to suit her- coniplc xlon." 1 1 ,' r f - -. . l .. 'J ravelin' business, un dat's right. matter wld yer? said somothln' 'bout portcr-houso, but roun uat bhu iuu.iui aiuuBiiiu--uuuac. A Woman's Idea. "Arc wo all out of debt at last?" sho asked. "Thank heaven wo arc," ho an swered. "Thon, lot's glvo .1 swell dinner nnd dnnce," bIjo suggested. "But that will put us In debt again," ho protcstod. "Of courso It will," t.ho returned, "but what's tho good of making our credit so good If wo don't nso it?" Chicago Post. Habit I Ntronif. "That man," said tho modern Sher lock Holmes, "camo from a town where they have strict bluo laws." "How do you know?" asked tho ob server. "Heciutso you will notice that bo can't oven cntor a drug store with out hunting tho Bldo door." Wluit'it tho lUe. She "Do you remember tho tlmo wo woro married, dear?" He "No, what'B tho uso of worrying over something wo can't hely," 1 II. , BWnHRMDItaaHHHKWnu llr.-illnR an Klnprnient. "Yes, 1 hnvo hnd my llttlo romance,' slaked tho drummer as tho talk turmvl on love. "If things hnd gono right with mo I should havo married tVif nicest girl In tho world years ago." "Hut they went wrong?" was quo ried. "Yes. they did. I loved an Ohio fanner's daughter. Tho father was op posed to the mutch and forbade mo tin house." "ilut why didn't you plan an elope ment?" "We did. Yei, sir. tho girl loved mo and wo agreed to dope. I was to bo on hand on n certain night with a horso and buggy and bear her off." I "Did tho scheme wotk out all right?" "ao, It didn't. 1 arrived on tlmo to the minute, but 1 couldn't find tho house. Tho old man had got onto ns, nnd what do you think ho'd done? Truo as I live, sir, he'd gono nnd moved IiIb houso three miles down tho road, and 1 couldn't And It, and tho elopement couldn't come off, nnd that's why I'm a lonely old bachelor to-day." l'nrcntat I'rlito. "They tell mc that your boy Josh 1b getting very handsome," said tho neighbor. "Yes," answered Farmer Corntossel. "Josh Is getting right btiHy. He puts In three or four hours a day now tell In' mc how 1M ortur run thofnrm. I've got an Iden that JohIi' is ono o' these 120.000 n year men that tho steel trust Ib lookln' fur an ain't And." She Kb; lie Saneuuibed. Not long ngo, in Porthsfclre, n wo m:tn was (driving her husluind Oown a narrow lane, when, on turning ti sharp corner, tlrey encountered ax brewer's cart. NcilUicr had room ito pass, and in roast 'disagreeable 3oneattho woman sold: "Ho must go back, 'for I shall sot. Uciraight to liivo seen us beforo entering itbo lane." "Hut, my dear," replied hnr husband, "how could he, with Dils iiuddcn tmrn.ln the road?" ! iflon't care," ald stho woman baugbtlly, "l shall utay hero nil night bfJoi I -ghfo way to him' Tho driv er oX tho ;irt overfceard ill tho con Tcrsartion tand said, resignedly: "A' richt. sir; I'll gnnR back" adding, symputhutlcally, "I'i cut JtiBt slcfj anlthtr ono nt home."' Claagow (Scot Lmd) Kail. Muklnir rreinrattonn. "J -waxtt-to ct a turkey and 11 bottle of paregoric, iand tomo mincemeat, nnd Home pcphln jPllls, nnd some cranber ries, and noma furniture pollah, and a quart, of oysters, and a pnekago of court-plaster, nntl somo sweet potatoes and a Ore Insurance poliey." Her the innrlot man smlld mer rily anil inquired: "Going to cat ail that?" "No," responded tho customer, "bul tho family Christmas dinner occurs ut my houuo this year," Baltimore Amer ican. VM Whitney find tlie Cotton Gin. "I sco thoy iiro going to put up 0 tablet to tho memory of Ell Whitney down south some heres." "What did he over do?" "Think ho Invented a gin." "That'B funny. They'll bo puttln' ur monuments to, tho inventors of cock- tails next." Tim Difference. "What Js tho nature of this now f angled malady which they call the 'golfing spine'?" "That," responded Cynlcus, "la easy. 'Golfing splno' Is what tho old man used to havo nfter a hard day's plow ing, but ho called 11 tho backache." And tin Wm Comported. "But tell me," ho persisted, "Is there nothing I may hope for?" "Oh, yes," sho .vopllcd, graciously. "Forever." PHANTOMS OF CHRISTMAS MORN. In the ruh ot tlm mc rr j morning, Whon tin rnl iniriiM thtoimh the nrny, Ami tint wintry uotM Iltx uniting l'or thn glory of thn dtiy, Then we hear n iltltil rushing Jtwl ivltliotit upon tho ntnlr, .Hpo two whlln pliautoinn conilnp. Catch tln fjlrutn ot gunny lialr. Arc thoy Chrhtuus fulrlc itcallnr; flown of llt(li) MHk to llll? ro tin y uiigcit lloutliiK hliher With llirir inoHMigo of good will? NYliut nwi-el Hpvll thcso rlvm iire'wenvlng, As lll.o lui k Uiey cll r i imd sing; I It pilnm nf pvurii finm luM,ven That tlii-ie lovely cumin brlnT Rosy feet upon tl.o threshold, 4gir fuei'ii ptcplng tluouith, With ilio ilrrt ml tuy of muishlne, Clinmlng clu'rulm oonui In xlew; MUtli-tck' and rIoiuiiIiii; holly, Syin'ioln nf a hlonc'd day, In tlulr chuhhy humhi they curry, Streaming till ulonir tho wuy. Well vn know them, never weary or thlx Iniioocnt nuiiulDoi Walling, watching, listening nlwayn, With full lir.irtn ami temlrr ycn, While our little hotiHohold annul, White ami kIiUmi hi the sun. Qieet 111c with the mwcI old welcome. "Murv ChrlKtunt.M, cry onu!" gr3seSG?S nis Revenge 1 A Christmrxs rxs Story S&s3ssxa It was Christmas Kvo Unit year whon John Maxwell went away to mako hlB mark In this world. Allco Tower was Just clghtecn. Thoy had been lovers for a few years and wero now engaged. Something that she had said to him about tho quality of tho present ho brought to her on Christ mas Kvo piqued him. "Two years from now," ho said, "1 will como back to claim you.' Then I will bo n rich man." Thcso had been John Max woll'8 last words; und thero had been a flio In his oye, and certain Hues ot determination about his niouth which augured that ho would mako thorn good. But tho two years had passod and six months moro and Allco hud heard no word. Sitting under tho old npplo trco ono warm May afternoon, sho Idly won dered whether his silence gnvo hor pain or pleasure. Whon John had bld lon her good-by Uio thought of his re turn had boon tho sustaining power In tho moment ot his departure. Though sho had shed bitter tears ovor tho story or hla many allures; though sho had received with gludnoca tbo knowledge of IiIb first successes; though sho had once waited with im patience for letters -that did not come, bho now felt It to bo almost -a relief nay, quite for ttvo yenra is .n long, long time, nd AWco folt that In two years sho hnd grown old oot only in years but in oxporlonco. Did It not make tho dlfforonco between clghtcon ana twenty? Surely, whnn ono had left their toens behind thorn It wo3 Unw to loam wisdom. 4.jmi: TVilutnwiMlltr uui mnoi'vi- w-uw own .thoughts -that there And boon an other -teacher; that ot o easy would havo been "c lesion of forgotfulncsa j,j...ot another lesson been conned In its stead. .It was all 11 bewildering mazo in tho llttlo head under tho jnasso ot rich brown hair, with Just u glint of rod among them as tho sun gave them Its fnrowcll kiss. iBitt .a hcightcr red otolo into tho rounded cheok as a well-known step drew nearer, and a shadow for which the .ajiplo .trees were .not responsible waB thrown beside hern. ".Good ovcnlng, Miss Allco," said a clioery voloo. 'II thought that I should Hnd you ,horc. Tho .ovcnlng is too lovtfly for 'indoor life." 'Yea," sho nuswercd, "It In very lovely. 'As It riuoulU be," he ntldod, in low er, moro JmpreEsivo tones, "to graco your presence. Allce," ho continued throwing .himself on .tho ground be side hor, "shall J toll .you why I am so glad to .find you lie.ro? Because it seems tho most fitting placo to tell you something elso, which, though you must already know, it is fit thnt I should put Into woran. Thoy nro poor words, darling. I am not vorscd in eloquonoc; and oven ivero I, hero eloquenco might btammcr. But thoy are words old ua tho world ltaolf. 'I lovo you;' I havo but ono hqpo in life, and that Is, that you will sharo it. It Is not much thai I can offer you, dear. Porhaps I should say wait, beforo I ttko you from your comfortable home. But yet, why should I. If you lovo mo, you will stand brnvoly by my Bldo, and wo will sharo whntovor storms Ufo may havo in stnro for us. n wo charn lis BUiumlaa. Al'cc, what is your answer? Will you bo my wlfo?" Ab, It had como at last Ofaco tho girl had tried to check tho torrent of l.is words'. Ho had tut caught tl.o lit tle, detaining hand In hla own strong palm nnd held it tlghtlv. Tho small hcac" had droopod lower. A Mtort, gasping sob was In hor throat, letting no word find Kb way thoro. What was sho to do? Two yeara ago oho had given nnctber promlBo; two years ot toll nntl hcmoslckncss had Loen endured for her sako; but for six months -sho had heard nothing. Por hnpB John 1 ud forgotten hor .11 -nh, shu had almost added, "as sho had forgotten him." But of John, Dent Dexter knew nothing, and Dont Dox tor sho loved. So it was, that when, half wondering at her long sllonco h'. agatn :opintod his question, sin simp ly ralfcca to him tho sweet, fair faco, and content with what ho read thorp, ho stool ed and pressod his first kiss upon tho young rod lips. Curiously enough, tholr wedding day was sot for Christmas Day, tha third anniversary of John Maxwell's leavo-taklng. Dent wanted tho event llxcd for a nearer dato. Allco vaa persistent Pcrhapa aho hs.r a special reason for fixing thn tlmo so fur ahead, Poor Joint Maxwell! Maybe she thought of him. In nil thcso weeks nho had told him nothing of John. Somehow sho could not gather courage to frame tho words. And John had forgotten hor. Ho would never know. It wan bottcf that ho should not. Lovo Is over Jealous, nnd ho might upbraid her, or think oven whllo ho had won hor that sho might provo Inconstant to him as to her first lover. Somo day when she was hla wife, hla very own, alio would whisper tho story Into his car, nnd then they would bury poor John together. Somebody bn anld It wan bad luck for a Initio to don her wedding dross beforo tho wedding day. It was all nonsonbo, Allco thought, as later, Bho stood beforo hor minor and flaw re flected there her own form clad In Ito white Bllkcn robes. Poor John! Sho wished sho hnd not thought of him, as hho stood In hor wedding tlrefs. Tho air wub very heavy tonight. It wub this which op pressed her so. "Come In," sho called to tho knock at her door. Tl'o llttlo maid entered. 'Oh. Mls Alice! law, MIkj, how beautiful you do look. Tho gcntlo man Is downstairs and wants to boo you Immediate, Mils." The gcntlemnn! Of courso nhn mennt Dent Sho had a great mind to run down Just as bIio was, to hear If ho would echo tho llttlo maid's ver dict, nnd say that he, too,' thought her beautiful. Tho Impuliio of vnnlty vrx not lo bo resisted, nnd gnthorlng up her Bllkcn skirts b!io ran lightly down tho stairs. Tho rcom was In shndow, tho large, old-fnshionsd lamp on tho table burning dimly; but Bitting In a corner on tho sofa sho saw a man's form, a man who roso impetuously to his feet no sho 'entered. . J '' With a mn lie upon her lips and in her oyes, and a bright fepot ot scarlet In hor cheeks, sho tripped ncrons tho floor nnd turned tho lamp so that its light streamed full upon her, thon looked up Into Dout'a faco to sen tho look of lovo and admiration gathering there looked to And. It not Dent, but somo ono who, for n moment, secu'ed a stranger somo ono whoco fnco was bronzed und bearded, but with n strange pallor gathering on It as ho looked In vain for tho words of lovo and recognition which did not come looked from her own paling face, from tbo dying npola of scarlet in hor check, to tho attkeu ttaln which swept tho floor in Its purity, ami the ot augu (lowers sho had fubtcued in hor breast Yer, ho know him now. It was John, como homo to claim uor for his very own. His voice was very hoarae when ho spoke. "I came for my brldo," ho said. "Is sho here? la thta dress fur mo " "Havo jilty," sho walled, In answer. "Two .yoarn woro such a long whllo. For cix monthn I had not heard. I thought you wero dead, or had forgot- tcnjncal "Man do not forRot,!!licnitewoTd. "We leave that to the women who un do us. Six inonthBl AiJ It sremod to you a long tlmo to wait. Child, do you know wlint I havo endured for tho reward at this rnomont? What wast TiunBar.j(;otI privation, homesick ness to mo? raltn welcomed them, for ever behind thcra all m u thought thnt all woro for you, for the tiny which was slowly, Blivly creeping on, when J might stand beforo you and say: 'Allco, I huvo proved my lovo with a jirlco. You may accept It, darling, without fear. It haa been purified through fire.' And when, nix montlm ngo, my crowning success came, I started In aearch of you; but tho long hardships had Sono their work. For months I was at Death's door, unablo to write, or to let others write. Thon, whon I grow stronger, I .said: 'I will wait until I can go to her.' You were nholterccd, cared for, liuppy aye, I was so mad ns to thlnK praying tor me I even thanked God that your prnycic hud restored my llfo and reason. I am r.s tho man who tolled all his llfo In search of n glit toring diamond, and whon at length ho picked it up trlumphnnt, ho dlscov-, crod it to bo a plero of shining gliis3." "John, John! Forglvo mo," she pleaded, clinging with both hands to IiIb nrm, her faco upturned In Its palo beauty to his. I loved you then. Bo Hovo me, I loved you thon." Through tho open window Btolo her words, paralyzing tho form of an un Bcon listener, who had at that moment appeared upon tho scone. What did It mean 7 He heard not tho mun'w answering saw only IiIb lost, mad, passionate braco as ho snatched hor unresisting form in IiIb arms and covered her faco with kisses which seemed half hatred and half love, then released her and went out into tho night Tho noxt day a llttlo noto was put into John Maxwell's hand, and, as ho toro it opon, tho strong man trcniblcd llko a child. Ho bad grown calmer stneo tho night previous, though nil tho Joy and lightness had died out of his life.' "You have hnd your revenge," ho wrote. "Tho jnnn I was to marry saw you tako mo In your nrmu, and heard mo say that I had loved you. I'crhnp l ncservcu my iiuinnwimni, uui. u in very bitter. You left mo two years. If you had loved mo ;ou would not have dono no. 1 wu a child, und I forgot you and learned to lovo another. I no loricur aHk you to torglvo 1110, nlnco you huvo wreaked upon mo your revenge." His own llfo stretched baro and blank and dcsolnto beforo him, For a moment ho felt a wild Jo' Miat so hers might provo. Thu noxt, after a brief Btrugglo, his manhood con quered. Hhjrovcngo should bo some thing nobler than a glrl'q wrecked lifo something which, after long and lonely y oars', ho might reenll without I a blush of bbane. Dent Ilcxter was nlono in tho cot tago ho nod proparcd for hla bride, nlttlng with bowed head, whon John Maxwell sought hlm.oiit. Tho inter view between them was very brief;' but for nn Instant, ns they parted, their hands met In it long, silent clasp. Ono man had given hnpplncss ono had renounced It. So tho wedding tlay wnK not postponed, hut Alice's fingers trembled ns sho again fastened her wedding dress, and tears dimmed her oyes ns sho bent to fasten tho orange blossoms In her breast on Christmas Eve. Slui know that Dent had takon hor hack to his heart and home, that some how nil hnd been o::plnlned to htm; but qulto how it all happened nho novor know until, a year later, her husband bent over hor whore sho lay with hor baby boy sleeping on hor broast, nnd told hor nil tho story, end ing with a proud gltinco at tho child, "Ho gnvo us our happiness, darling. Wo will naiiio our hoy after tho man who wreaked on tm audi a rovengo." CHARLES DICKONS' "0AR0L". Trrmcniloiia Work Done by the Anttiel In I.cii Than Two Months. Pro-cmlncnt nmong ChrlstmSs books may bo placed tho "Christmas1 Carol" of Charles Dickons', which haa always ranked among tho most pop ular of his works. Hnroly has a book which mndo so great nn effect nnd took so high a plnco In public favor boon produced tinder clrcumBtnnccB ot such high pressure and In so short a Bpaco of tlmo. Tho "ghost ot an Idea," which, ub Charles DlckcnB said In hl8 preface gnvo birth to "thlB ghostly llttlo book," enmo to him 'during a visit to Manchester in October, 1843, and tho story waB completed before tlm end of Novcmbor, tho tlmo nvalla ibto lor Us composition ..being suob. sparq hours ns we're ' licit actually, needed for, tho two numbore pi "Mnr tin Chuznlowlt," thon hi progress. It wns a tremendous piccq of work, and wiih not without romnrknblo effect upon Its author, young and vigorous as ho was. Writing to ProfcsBor Folton nftcr tho book wan published, ho. saldn "Ovor which 'ChrlHtmas CaroV Charlca Dickens wept nnd laughed, and wopt ngnln, and excited himself in a most extraordinary manner In tho composi tion; and thinking whoroon ho walked about tho black BtreotH of London fif teen nnd. twenty mllca many a night when till the eobor folkB had gono to bed. To keep tho 'Chuzzlo wlf going and to do this lltUo book In tho odd tlmo between two pnrw It was pretty tight work." Tho Chrltttnaa ruddlng. Provident hoijsowlvca aro now pro paring tholr Chrlstmns plum pudding; Plum pudding Is much improved toy standing sovernl weeks before It lM uncd. An excellent rcclpo for Christ mas pudding conslstB ot throe-fourths-or a pound of suet chopped very fine Mix with It whllo chopping a tablo Bpoonful of Hour; thrco-fourths of a pound of ralBlns, seeded; thrco-fourths of a pound of currants, thrco-fourths of a pound of sugar, thrco-fourths ot a pound of frcslj broad crumbs, tho gra ted zoht of ono lomon. ono-fourth ot b- pound ,of candled orange peel and clt ,'- -hi into thin shavings, ono-halfi teaspoonful each of ground cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg und allspice. Mix tho dry materials together thoroughly and then mid six eggs, ono at a tlmo, and one-half cupful of brandy. Add an other egg If too stiff and moro bread crumbs If too toft. Wet n ctrong cloth in cold water, wring It dry, but ter it nnd dredge it with flpur. Turn tho mixture Into tha center and draw tho cloth together over tho top, leaving room for tho pudding to swell a llttlo,. and tlo It firmly. Glvo It a good round shape. Put it Into a pot of boiling wntcr, having it completely covered with water. Cover tho pot and boll for flvo hourK. Do not lot tho wntor fall below tho pudding nnd In adding more let It bo hot. After it 13 removed from, the water lot it rest in tho bag ten minutes to harden a llttlo. Thon cut tho string and turn It carefully Into a dish. Beforo serving pour a little brandy, If you llko, over tho pudding and touch a mutch to It Just befors serving. 'he Chrlitina Traveler. When Christmas day dawns many traveler will bo unfortunate enough 'to find himself far from home with no prospect nf getting thcro for tho cele bration of tho greatest holiday of all tho year. To many of these thlB neces sary ahiicnco In a bitter misfortune. " 1 tnci'Q arc otnors who havo nnt th fortune. "inWl00"1 lt BUch a ml- homo oV no reUtTveTo?0 "ettl,i friends with whom tw .T?'.RDecl Uio fcbtal day. But these peoplo ar cVmparatlvely fow in numlws.-'v.f.L ofuho pooplo who aro traveling on Christmas day aro dolng'ao because circumstances mako It necessary. Thoy are loVing ovory minute of-jtho day to bo while they could Jon In tho merri ment anfe8tlviUc3 with thoso who ar nearest toxbem. Thy. Now lar. A now leaf IVabout to bo turP'Od 1 tho Book of TlnV and' each or00 ' ua Ib nlmost a pugoVcarer to the Finis which concludes life's history, The well-thumbed pagesNof th past hero illuminated with thor-lJInatlc plctur lugs ot hope, thcro bpPtted with the tears of sorrow arc? tnel down for ever. Tholr conteu rV beyond re vlsal. Tho Horns4 lvo Veen trans ferred to th records of eternity, and whnt is written' tHero ' WrJltoa thoro can bo no orjasurca- Dut Uio whito leaves of FulVlr'ty ar9 befora us-a now page is ,viintl,H,kt?Iy und)r our hand, ! i' " v . , : V A ' rT,