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About McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 17, 1884)
THE WORLD IS GROWING BET TER. The world IB growing bettor ! & Thought takes a wider Hwccp , The hand of sturdy labor With & friendly hand we greet ; We will not drink the bitter When so little makes It Hwoet. The world Is growing richer , Jn wealth brought from the earth- But , better far , with treasures found In mines of sterling worth , For noble deeds are honored more Than simple claims of birth. The world Is growing better ! "With fewer musty creeds , With more of human strivings To answer human needs , AVIth precious harvests garnered . As the growth of precious seeds. THE RED NECKTIE. ? I , Jessie Sutton , had been spending a year with my aunt in the west. As I was to return home , a sister-in-law cf aunt's had suggested that a cousin of hers , who was also going east , was jol ly company a splendid fellow , and just the one for a traveling companion. I could travel to Chicago alone , and he would meet mo there , and then we could complete the journey together. So annt had her sister-in-law write to him , and it was all arranged. As I had never seen him , there was a spice of romance about the matter which suited me exactly. But * as we were total strangers to each other , how could ho recognize me or I him among the thousands of people ple in Chicago. My aunt , good woman instantly suggested the way. I must wear a gray jacket and he a red neck tie. tie."Take "Take of child " care yourself , my , were auntie's last words. Then as I sank back'on the seat , af ter waving my handkerchief in fare well , it suddenly flashed upon me I had not heard the name , and for the life of me I could not remember it. Had 'I ever heard it ? I asked myself. Yes.it had most certainly been mentioned in the first letter , that I was sure of ; whether again I did * not recollect. I could not help feeling somewhat blank after this discovery , until the laughable part of it struck me. "After all , " I said to myself , "it is only carrying out the romance of the adventure. Besides , the grey jacket and red tie are certain signs of recog nition , and no doubt ho knows my name. " At last it grew dark. Perhaps I had exhausted my store of wonderings as to what my unknown escort would be like , or I was tired of speculating about him ; certainly he didnofc occupy m } thoughts then. It was the past that stood so clearly before me , the old short-lived romance of nearly eight years. Why should it crop out then' It had been so long past and buried. What had conjured it into life.again ? "Chicago ! " Chicago ! " shouted the 'brakemen , waking me up from the reverie - erie that had ended in an hour's sleep. - It was 9 o'clock. I had to wait an hour for the train from the south. I ordered tea at the depot restaurant. There were few occupants in the room , and either the waiter had little to do or I looked helpless and forlorn , fie was certainly polite and attentive ; and when he ventured upon saying , "Leave by the next train , miss ? " "I confided to him the state of the case , and begged 'him timidly , when the next train come in , to look out for a gentleman wear ing a red tie. My heart did begin to beat a litlo fas ter as the time drew near. Would he come or had ho missed the train ; Should I have to' make that long jour ney alone , after all ? for now that I was so far I should " go on , of course. "What was he like" ? I am afraid , that however quiet and staid my outward self may have been , inwardly I felt like any 16-year-old school-girl. Indeed I am ashamed to say that I did walk across once or twice to the mirror , giving a pull here to my hair and a twitch there to my veil , and I caught myself wishing I had put on a more becoming hat. 1 sup pose even at 25 one likes to look one's Best at meeting a stranger. The bell announced the train's approach preach , then I heard the engine's shrill whistle , and the bustle and confusion as the passengers alighted. The train seemed very full. My polite waiter had disappeared , seeking my red nectie on the platform. In a few minetes I espied him at the farthest door , and yes , actually there , was an individual in a flaming red tie at his side. The waiter was gesticulating and talking most volubly , but his com panion was silent. I had only time to 'see a-tall , foreign-looking man before they came up to w.here I was standing. ' "There-he is , Miss , " exclaimed the waiter , eagerly ; then turned on his heel and left us. Exactly what I felt that moment 1 cannot describe. It was A mixture of satisfaction that the stranger had come , and a very distinct sort of timidity and uncomfortableness together at the presence of that silent , long-bearded man. I glanced at him furtively , and re marked that it was very chilly. "Yes , " he assented , drawing up his fur cloak closer about his throat , and stopping , as if waiting for me to pro ceed. ' "Surely he ought to say sometWng , " thought I , "if he were only to introduce himself. " I began to wish myself anywhere but there. I looked around ( we were still standing in the doorway ) ; the little ro om was empty , the large one much les sfall. Our evident constraint was' , for the moment , ended by the polite waiter. "Won't you have something to eat ? " he asked confidently , coming up to us ; "the train starts very soon for the east. " "Shall I bring it in here ? " ho in quired when the stranger assented and ordered something ; "there is a nice little table where Miss was seated , " and he pointed to the place I had occu pied. pied.We moved simultaneously and took the seats. "You are going by this train ? " asked my companion in a casual , off-handed manner. "Naturally" answered I , somewhat surprised ; did he intend doing other wise ? "Then I shall be happy to escort you as far as our roads lie together,1' was the further rejoinder , but he uttered , still somewhat constrainedly ; "I am going to Massachusetts. " "So am I , " was my answer , shyly given ; his reserve was very infections. "Did you not know that ? " "How should I ? " and he half smiled. I saw then that he had beautiful teeth , partially hidden , as was , indeed , the entire lower part of the face , by the thick mustache and beard. The waiter brought'him his steak , and we both sat silent he occupied with his supper , I with all sorts of mis givings and conjectures. I was put out with myself , auntie , with autio's sister-in-law , and with my escort himself. Were we going to trav el together all that way in this most uncomfortable manner ? Nothing would have pained me more than any diversion of his from the gentlemanly courtesy due to a lady , but there was a peculiarity about his constraint that puzzled me. Tlie second hour of waiting seemed to me far longer than the first , and I was glad enough to find myself with my companion , of course in the east ern-bound train , which { Jquickly sped away My ideas on the romance of such a journey had now entirely col lapsed ; anything more prosaic was hardly to be imagined. There we sat , a young man and a young woman , who , to- judge from all appearance , wished themselves any where but where they were. As for myself , I may safely assert that I never experienced a more awkward situation. "Pretty name , Jessie ? " said my com panion , suddenly.Now , with the ex ception of the few sentences in the waitings-room , and the most trival cour tesies since we started , no conversation had passed between us. Therefore the remark was welcome besides it was reassuring. I brightened up. He did know my name ( that he had my trav eling-bag on which I had engraved "Jessie" in his hand at 'Chicago , never occurred to me ) . "I knew a Jessie once , " he repeated , as I turned a half-smiling face toward him. He might have known a hundred for aught I cared ; it was only the oppor tunity of learning his that interested me , so I exclaimed quickly r "What is yours ? " "Edward. " ' ' . I sank back on the seat in thorough disgust at my fail'ire. It was evident I must let things take their course. Be a sensible woman , Jessie , I argued to myself. What does it matter whether he be Mr. Jones or Mr. Smith , provided he brings you safely to your destina tion ? My companion had , , however , evi dently noticed my discomfiture , and it amused him , I could see by his smile. But his translation of my vexation was an incorrect one. "I 'Edward' does am sorry not meet with your approbation. " "Oh , dear-no ! It is as good as any other , " I replied , carelessly. Once I ha'd pronounced it a horrid name , and flatly refused to call someone by it. But the past had gone back in shadowland. The present fully occupied me. A pause , in which I was tacking on every surname I could recollect to the Christian one I had just heard. Then a bold stroke occurred to me what if I addressed him at venture ! "Do you attach luck , good or ill , to a certain , name , Mr. - ? " "Edward , " finished my disconcerted vis-a-vis , before I could bring my lips to utter Jones or Smith. How I should have liked to have boxed his ears , un ladylike as it sounds. "If you mean that I believe all Tommys must of ne cessity be good , and all Harry's bad no , Miss Jessie. " Was he teasing me , and doing his part ef "hide" better than mine of "seek ? " I _ ould not decide. For a few moments I sat stupidly silent , then I made even a more stupidremark , and thought what a'fool I must appear to him. I vowed I would not touch that sub ject again. "Why did you not ask my name out right. Miss Jessie , instead of beating about the bush ? " asked he of the red necktie , after a pause. Did I hear aright ? I all but jumped up , as I took in the purport of the question. The color mounted to my temples ; fortunately my veil hid it par tially. He had misunderstood me wilfully. Why should he ? Surely my curiosity was a pardonable and natural one un der the circumstances. I resolved he should not have the best of it let him keep up the silly mystery as long as it pleased him. The desire unravel it had evapor- ated.with the desire to make it appear to him as if there had been none , at least so far as I was concerned. "Why should I try ? " trying to speak unconcernedly ; "one does not usually tiavel with , or be escorted by a gentle man whose name one does not know. " He gave me a curious searching look. "And yet you never saw me before this evening , " he said slowly , keeping his eyes upon me. "Nor you me , " I returned. "But that has nothing to do with the case. " "A great deal , I should say , " was the answer , accompanied by a provok ing smile. _ . f\ * r i A. j What did he mean ? I opened my lips once or twice to ask him4o be more definite , but shut them again in the fear that for some inexplicable reason or other my companion would keep up his mysterious manner. At length . the dawn reddened the east. The rain * had ceased , the skies had cleared , and as I turned and open ed * my window , I noticed that the air had the pleasant coolness of an early autumn morning. . I threw back my veil , the better to inhale the fresh air. "Good heavens ! " was the early- morning greeting of my strange com panion , as he quickly * started up and then seized hold of both hands. "Don't know Jessiehe you me , - ex claimed. The daylight fell full upon his face , showed it very tanned. This noticed ; but this was all. Indignantly I drew my hands away. "How dare you ? " I began ; then overcome with astonishment and mortification fication- the sudden change of be havior , I covered my face. "Jessie , I am Neville Tracy-Edward Neville Tracy. " " My heart stood still for a minute. I scarce knew if the sensation I expe rienced was due to doubt orfsurprise Then I scanned my companion narrow ly. Recollections came slowly back. With mo recognition was not at all as it is usually depicted in novels. Where was the boyish face that had been before me in my reverie only last night ? He had left me slight fair young fellow ; now a sunburnt breaded man claimed his name. How long it was before I could quite convince myself I was not dreaming , " nor he deceiving me I could not say. There was so much to explain , so much to relate the wherefore of our parting has so litlle todo with this story that I pass it over that we forget the singular trick of fate -that has brought us together again. It seemed the most natural occurrence in the world that we should bo going homo to gether. And when the riddle was un raveled , it was a very simple one. He had thought he was going to have a very nice little adventure when the waiter pounced down on him in mis take , and manlike , was nothing loth to follow it up , not recognizing his former love until I threw back my veil. Well , eight years had altered me somewhat , also. The reason of the non-appearance of the right ( or wrong ? ) escort , 1 learnt soon after in a double letter of apology from aunt's sister-in-law and himself. He had missed the train , and arrived in Chicago cage several hours later. I have traveled often enough with my red necktie since then , but he posi tively declares that was the pleasantest journey he ever took with me , because it ended so happily. And all's well that ends well. [ San Franciseo Re port. Career oi a Grandson of one of Napoleon's Great Marshals. There is at present sojourning in San Francisco an artisan , not blessed with much of this world's 'pelf , but who claims an interest in the estate of Count Napoleon Ney , Prince do la Moskowas and son of Marshal Ney , who died in Paris on October 13 , 1882. His name isEmil Hugo Ney , and he was born in Koeningsburg , Prusia , about thirty-six years ago. His father a younger son of the marshal , was Fred- erickTWilliam Alexander Ney , who died whenEmil was but 2 years of age. His father having married against the old Marshal's will , an estrangement ensued and there was but little inter course between the two families. Young Ney , tiring of study and restraint , ran away from home when very young , c and served two years as cabin boy. a He then devoted three years to learning the trade of ship carpenter. He vis \ ited every land and clime and afterwards - ( wards settled in south America , wandering - t dering from state to state. For four s years he worked with Harry Meiggs , sF ss who made him foreman of a large F force of men , when constructing his c railroad in Peru. In 1875 he came to t Sanfrancisco , and has since remained t on the coast , engaged in various oc r cupations and callings. On hearing rr rE of the death of his uncle , he engaged r an attorney to ascertain whether , or not.he was entitled to a share of his es tate , and finally ascertained , through Minister Morton and Baron de Vatry , one of the Court's nearest relatives , that the entire estate had been be queathed to his widow , and that the sons of an elder brother would be en titled to a preference. In spite of this discouraging reply , young Ney is still I sanguine , and intends leaving for Paris a shortly to look after his interests , be \ lieving that his relatives are still antag- i ownistic to him and his interest , and iii of course are throwing every obstacle iir iit hi his way. r E "My son , " asked a school teacher , "what do you know regarding people who seside in glass houses ? " "I don't know nothin' , " was the response , "about the proverb , but I know that " people who "live in glass houses ortent to lay abed in the mornin , unless they pull down the blinds. " Ex. In a railway carriage : "Guibollard asks , very politely , "Madame , does trouble ? " "Oh smoking you yes , monsieur ; not ordinarily , but to-day " "Ah ! madame , " replies Guibollard , in a very symphetic tone , "how much you are about to suffer ! " [ Paris Wit. HUMOROUS. The man who sleeps on an old- fashioned leather bed generally feels down in the mouth in the morning [ Burlington Eree Press. In order that your husband may , noi forget to bring in coal , place the hod near the door where ho can fall over it. [ Chicago Tribune. "My Willie .strike your Johnnie ! ' yelled 'Mrs Smithers to Mrs Jepso over the back fence ; "you are mistaken ; my gentle lamb would , not strike matcn. [ Oil City Derrick. The young woman who was courted by an old millionaire , but loved an. other follow , said the old man's en tire fortune , as far as she was concerned was not worth .assent. [ Merchant Traveler. "Oh ! he's a green hand" remarked a book agent , contemptuously. "He thinks he can sell books , and he has not yet learned the first principles oi the business. Only yesterday he was picked up all in a heap at the bottom of a stairway. Now an experienced book-agent always'lands on his feet. ' The'various-phrases of the tender passion have thus been exemplified : A ship is foolishly in love when she is Attached to a buoy ; she is prudently in love when she leaves the buoy for the pier. ; she places her affection be neath her when she is ancoring after a heavy swell , and she is desperately .in love when she is tender to a man-of- war. [ The Judge. "Jakey , " cried Mrs. Rosenberg , as she discovered twenty-five letters iu her son's bureau drawer , "here vas all dese letters Igif you since last spring , , to put the maiJbox deroin. " Vy for hat you forgot dem ? "So hellup me I dent forgeU era , " replied Jakey , "I been vaitin for dot two-cent bos- tage. " [ Arkansaw Traveler. A rural young lady visited the Phil adelphia Zoological Gurden , and when "she returned home she told her mother that one of the monkeys spoke to her. A girl who can't distinguish a dude from a monkey should be given a few lessons in natural history. The mon key is the most intelligent-looking , but dosen't wear uch ridiculous clothes. [ Philadelphia Record. A remarkable climate : A northern tourist , engaged in looking up the title to some Texas lands , was sitting in his room at the hotel. A colored waiter came in with some" clean towels. "What kind of weather is there out side ? " inquired the man. Is it raining ? "Yas , sah , " answeared the waiter. "De fac is , mos all de weather we has in Texas is on de outside. We doan git much wedder on de inside , that is no hebby wedder. " [ Texas Sittings. She laid her head upon his shoulder as ho held her close to hisbosorn. Her eyes beamed .love , etc. , into his. Do you love me , Alphonso ? "Yes , sweet- est."Then why delay naming the day ? " "I will not delay , love. It will be some pretty day in the next springtime when the flowers are budding forth in beauty and delightful fragrance. " "Oh shaw ! Why , Will Jones said he'd marry me next week. But if you can beat that time , dearest , I am yours , for I love you so much. " Alphonso took his hat and retired from the race. [ N. Y. Graphic. Manual Training in the Public Schools. Supt Seaver , of the Boston public schools , says : Education through apprenticeship to trades has disap peared , and the time has been filled up with larger amounts of school-book in struction , and the consequence is that , through luck"of opportunity , the native aptitude of many boys for handicraft is quite ignored. There doubtless is in our city boys an ample fund of latent mechanical ingenuity , which only awaits proper treatment to bring * it out and lead its possessors to the right occupations for using It. My hope is that a public free school on the plan of the school of mechanic arts may be established in Boston. The place for it in our system is aide by side with the high school. This can be done ] as soon as the taxpayers and their representatives at City Hall see the wisdom of it. Let it not be supposed that the manual training pro posed as a part of general education consists in learning this trade or that trade , nor yet in learning the fragmen tary : beginnings of a dozen trades ; but rather than it consists in developing manual skill and mastering the funda mental process applicable in many trades. For example , one who can use w ll the common wood-work tools 4 hammer , saw , plane , auger , chisel and try-square is ready to enter several dif ferent trades with immediate advantage to himself , although he may not yet have learned the special details of any one of them. .Now , Iam sanguine enough to be lieve that the introduction of the manu al training element into school work would promote still more a salutary re form which seeks to abolish mere nom inal teaching and replace it by real teaching , that is , a teaching that trains mental power rather than loads the memory that fills the mind with the solid merchandise of knowledge and not with its empty packing cases. " The one branch of our present school in struction , most largely to be improved by joining it with manual training , is drawing. Not many years ago draw ing was made obligatory by statute. The reason was that drawing was im portant as a branch of .industrial edu cation , and industrial education was much needed by the people especially by the people of cities. Well , drawing bas been introduced at great trouble and expense , and in spite of no little passive opposition. Is this expenditure j of money and effort justified P Yea , I hink so. And the result satisfactory ? No , not'yet. And why ? Because in dustrial .education , through drawing alone , is. work only half done. The other half , modelling , carving , any thing having in it the constructive ele ment , has hitherto been wanting. De lineation and construction are two parts of one whole ; neither has full educa tional value-without the other. As work in the chemical laboratory is needed really to possess one's self of ( ho chem ical knowledge which ia only symbol ized in t.e ! formulas of the book , so work at modelling and contruution is needed , to give precision and endurance to that knowledg" of forms which draw ings merely symbolize. Influence of a Cigar. Klevntert Halliriiy Journal. No wise man will set out on a jour ney without providing himself with at least iifty cheap cigars. Those which can bo b'ought for two cents are just as good as those j i il for a dime , and the gift of one /-warded with just the same courtesy. You are in a hurry to change trains and rccheck your bag gage. The checkraan doetm't care two cents whether you are left or not , and the chances are that you would be left butior that cigar : Edge up to him , drop the cigar into his iingers , usk him to recheck yo'ur baggage to Indian apolis , and you are llxed in six sec onds. Hours later , when he oomcs to sit down for a smoke , he may remember your phiz and bless it but you are far away. The brakeman on the passenger train studios gruffness. You can't of fer him money nor ask him to take a glass of beer ; but if you want to know exactly how long yon have to wait at Hanover junction and how long ittakes to run from there to Washington just tender him a 2-cent cigar. Ilia ' granite'countenance will instantly melt and run all over .his face , and he will feel himself hound not only to answer all inquiries , but to toll you how to save two dimes in getting your dinner at the restaurant. In fact , the influence of a 2-ceut cigar is almost boundless. It will stop any citizen and make him feel hap I 1 py to answer a dozen questions. It will direct you to the best hotels , point out the best sights , make street car con ductors talk , give you the best seat in the omnibus , and accomplish all thai goldand silver can do. No man should travel without them. - Hints on"MakingTJp. " The butterflies of fashion are far behind actors in the methods of "mak ing up , " and in the artistic use of paint , rouge and powder. Occasionally we'meet a beautiful woman , gorgeously dressed , sitting in her carriage with a cross-eyed pug dog by her side , and a cast-steel coachman on the box seat. What strikes us more particularly ia the lady's face. It ia ghastly white , deathly in its palor. On eacli cheek she wears a brilliant red blotch , and under each eye is a black line. Her eye lashes are black'as Egypt , while her hair is of shimmering gold. Such a woman is "made up. " She has taken the utmost pains to make herself look pretty , but the result is , she is simply hideous , and excites the laughter of the clever people who understand the mys teries of a stage ' "make-up. " The trouble with our society beauty is that she does not realize that a f ice made up for the stage is a very different thing from one made up for daylight. An actress makes her face very white to neutralize the effect of the yellow gas light. She draws a black line under each eye , because the footlights shining up from below destroy the shadow of her lower lashes and make the eye look flat. So she makes an artificial shadow with cosmetic , India ink or burnt cork. The ladic.s in front of the footlights study all this through their opera- glasses ; and , not understanding the dif ference between gaslight and sunlight , they appear on the street the nextmorn- ing'horribly made up. Ladies who are determined to paint , and powder , and draw black links under their eyes should bear in mind the fact that the light of the sun is a hundred times whiter and brighter than that of the footlights , and , moreover , it does not shine up from below. i > The Industrial Census ol India. British journals bring interesting de rails of the industrial census of India in 1881. The total population of the country is 253,891,821 , and of this enor mous number only 85,544 persons are British-born subjects , and 56,646 are soldiers and 12OS8 females. Prac tically less than 17,000 male < civilians , wielding an army of 56,000 men , con trol the vast empire. The whole num ber of Europeans returned is only 146- , 512. The occupations of 102,629,000 persons are denned , and of these 71- 199,000 are engaged in agriculture or the care of animals. In industrial occupations 21,041,000 persons are en gaged , 12,859,000 males and 8,182,000 females. The workers in cotton and flax numbers 5,485,452 ; in clothing , 2,815,280 ; in vegetable food , 3,165 , 29 ; in stone , clay and' earthenware , 1,650- 974 ; in houses and buildings , 836,453 ; in guns and resins , 762,526 ; in bam boo , cane , rush , straw and leaves , 680- 732 ; in gold , silver and precious stones , 472,966 , and in iron and steel only 473- , JG1. Engaged in the work of govern ment , national , Jocal and municpal , are 1,843,000 persons , of whom 315,000 are classed as belonging to the army. The professional classes embrace 1,451- 000 persons. Kid bonnets have high crowns , are made of pale , yellow kid , the brim : rimmed with three rows of small , romnd buttons in imniitation of stained rrory.