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JOBBERS OF'
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Water, and Plumbers' Supplies
I 219-223 South Tenth Street, LINCOLN, NEBRASKA
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American Plan. Remodeled, Modern, Refurnished
Throughout. Near the Depots. 1 Block of r. O.
Avto Phone 1721.
731 0 St, Lincoln, Nebr.
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142 North Eleventh Street
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114 So. 9th St., Lincoln, Ncbr.
Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! reiterated
the clock with monotonous persisten
cy, reminding those present that the
time for retiring was long since past,
but the old farmer and his daughter
stayed on, regardless of the fleeting
hours. Neither had spoken for fully
30 minutes. The man, reclining in a
ijgh-backed chair, was comforting him
self with a black clay pipe, and the
woman sat gazing listlessly into the
lire, an open letter in her hand.
'Tis ten years to-night since moth
er died," she remarked, sadly. A sud
den, strong gust of wind shook the
door of the outhouse, making it creak
mournfully as it swayed to and fro on
its rusty hinges. The old man stirred
uneasily in his chair, and glanced ner
vously behind him.
"Yes, it's ten years to-night," he re
plied, with an effort to appear at ease.
Both again lapsed into silence. Pres
ently the old man glanced across at
his daughter and said:
"Who did the letter come from,
Mary?"
"From William Dutton, father."
"William Dutton, eh! Why, it's
many a long day since you heard from
him. What's he been doing with him
self since he went away?"
"He wrote to tell me that he's just
been married, father," the woman re
plied, and although she tried to speak
calmly and bravely, a sympathetic ear
would have distinguished the sound of
.unshed tears in her tremulous voice.
"Married, eh," the old man remarked
with a chuckle. "Well, well, the Book
pays it is not good that a man should
be alone. He was a nice young fellow,
and I trust he has found a good wom
an." "So do I, father," replied his daugh
ter, very gently.
"Mary."
"Yes, father."
"It has often bean a puzzl's to me
that you and him never made it up. I
always thought he was kind o' fond
of you, but women's queer creatures;
they let a good man go, and pine after
a fool who doesn't care a buttoa top
for 'em."
The woman made no reply, but hold
ing up the letter, read it through care
fully for a second time.
My Dear Mary: I've took you at your
word; you said it was no use waiting,
and I began to reckon it wasn't, so I
married a little girl I met down here last
year. It was kind of lonesome, coming
back night after night to cold, cheerless
lodgings, with never a soul to - smile at
a man, ana I'm iona 01 company, you
know. I tried to bear up and told, my
self that I had no right to marry an
other woman; If I felt lonesome, why,
you felt lonesome too, and It wasn't
your fault. Then one night coming home
from chapel meeting, all of a sudden I
took hold of her hand and asked her to
jnarry me. That s how it all happened.
and we were married two weeks ago to
day. She's a kind-hearted little thing and
can't do enough for me.
Good-bye, my dear friend. Don't think
any less of me. My best respects to your
father. Your sincere friend.
WILLIAM DUTTON.
"Mary."
"Yes, father."
"What did you keep him hanging on
for all those years, if you didn't intend
ito marry him? I didn't like to say
what he said, for she sat staring at
the blazing log, thinking, thinking,
thinking of the past and of possibili
ties now lost forever.
Five years ago William Dutton had
come to make his last appeal to her to
marry him. He was employed on the
railway and had received a good ap
pointment in Chicago, and he came
either to obtain her promise to marry
him or to say good-by.
Five years ago! . It seemed like five
hundred. How hard he had striven to '
overcome her conviction that to marry
him would be contrary to what she felt
to be her duty towards her father.
"Let him come with us," he said.
"No; it would break his heart to
leave the old farm; he'd never con
sect," she replied, sadly.
Then William Dutton, driven to des
peration, cried angrily:
"Seems to me he's a selfish old man.
Parents is everlastingly talking about
the duty of children, but they mostly
forget the duty of parents."
"Hush, Will; he never tried to make
me stay. I never even spoke to him
about it. I couldn't, you know, be
cause I promised mother when she
died that I would never leave him
alone."
"Then you have quite made up your
mind, have you?" he said in a strained
voice. '
"Yes, Will; but don't speak unkind
ly to me. God knows it's hard enough
to let you go without having you an
gry with me."
And with a sob she laid her head
on his shoulder, and he stroked her
hair and spoke a few kind, gentle
words of affection.
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"Yes, Father, He Was a Very Good
Man, But I Couldn't Marry Him."
anything about it at the time, but
now it's all past and gone, I must say
jrou treated him ' shabby. He was a
good enough man for you, wasn't he?"
The woman's face twitched pain
fully, and she answered in an almost
inaudible whisper:
"Yes, father; he was a very good
man, but I couldn't marry him, and
that's all about it."
"You couldn't marry him, and, pray,
why not?"
"I just don't want to say any more
about it, father; he's married now, and
there's the end of the whole business."
' "All right, Mary; as you please, as
you please, but the day will come
you won't have any one to look after
you, and as you've been a kind girl
to me, I'd like to see you comfortable
with some good man before before "
The old man stopped abruptly, and
glanced up timidly at his daughter.
I But she didn't appear to have heard
"Mary, I've been a good father to
you, haven't I?"
"Yes, father, you've always been
good to me," she replied, evidently
surprised at this unusual remark from
her father, who had exacted so much
and given so little in return, but then
he was a lonely old man, and never
meant to be selfish and mean and un
reasonable, she thought.
"I wonder how you'll get along with
out me, Mary," he continued, and his
voice shook perceptibly.
"Hush, father; you must not talk
like that; you'll last for many a long
day yet."
The old man chuckled to himself.
"I wasn't thinking of dying, Mary,
he replied, significantly."
' "That's right, father. Why, you're a
younger man than many a one halt
your age," she remarked, cheerfully.
"Do you think so? Do you think
so, daughter?" A look of eager hope
came into his eyes.
"Of course I do; any one with half
an eye can see that," she . said, in a
tone of mild surprise.
"Mary, I've got something I want to
tell you. I've been trying to make up
my mind for the past six weeks, but
I never knowed quite how to do It."
"What is it, father? You are not ill,
are you?" she inquired, anxiously.
"No, daughter; never felt better In
my life."
"By the way, how long is it since
Harry Johnston died?" he asked.
Mary glanced up in astonishment.
"About two years ago," she said.
"What made you think of him, father?"
"I I I was going to to tell you
that I am going to marry Harry John
ston's widow," he blurted out. "I just
wanted to know what you thought of
her."
"Father!" she cried, and her face
lost all its healthy glow. She stood
staring at him in a strange, vacant
manner as though unable to realize
what he meant.
"Well! Well!" he remarked testily.
"What have you got to say against it?"
"Nothing, fother. Do whatever you
think' is for the best."
Both remained silent for. a moment.
The clock struck 11. The old man
got up out of his chair.
"Guess it's time to go to bed," he re
marked. "Yes, father; I reckon it's about
sleeping time," the woman -answered,
wearily.
Jockeys' Tricks.
A New York jockey, while packing up
to go abroad to look for work, talked.
"There are tricks of two kinds In
jockeying," said he, "the legitimate
and the illegitimate. Use the first and
you'll prosper. Use the last and it's
all up.
"Illegitimate tricks are pulling a
race and getting left at the post. If
you once pull a fast horse and make
him lose, you are always afterwards
an object of suspicion, and ten to one,
if you ever pull another horse, you are
done for. But getting yourself left at
the post is a big and complex subject,
and it is the one trick that a, clever
jockey can work time and again with
safety.
"To cause a rival horse to swerve
is an illegitimate trick that often wins
your race. You cause the swerving by
straightening out your leg so that your
heel nearly touches the other horse's
nose, or you make a wide slash with
your whip, so that it nearly touches
the other horse's eyes. '
"The legitimate tricks are but why
give them away when it has taken all
my life to learn them?
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