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About The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 24, 1893)
The critic, analyzing in his art
The work of poet, painter, artisan.
Must make their spirit his, if that he can
Ba sure of knowing their immortal part.
How can the mind, unless It Is intense
In certain chords, be able to respond
To kindred chords in others? Else the bond
Is wanting. The hold beggar, lacking pence
Supping with kings, at eating is their peer.
And a true critic was the painter old
Depicting in his picture, soft yet bold.
The charms which gave a Jiulo to his sphere;
In painting Christ in beauty and gold hair.
Ho drew himself, a man extr-miely fair.
—Edward S. Creamer in New York Sun.
I first met her in the family of a friend
in Amsterdam. Everybody called hei
Aunt Es, her full name being Estelle, oi
Esther, I never quite remember which
She was somewhere near 00 years of age
though only her perfectly white hair he
trayed the fact. Her skin was delicatt
and nnwrinkled, her eyes sparkling anc
bright, and her teeth so firm, white anc
regular that one could not but pardor
her the almost apologetic coquettishnesi
with which she frequently displayed
She must have been very pretty in he)
youth—indeed, I may say she was prettj
still—and furthermore, with these de
sirable characteristics was combined s
restless activity very unusual in one oi
her years. The lively eyes, the versatile
speech, the abrupt but significant move
ments, the sprightly walk, all led to the
supposition that the brisk 00 year old
little woman had behind her a life oi
toil and persistent effort.
oucu was mo fact, tor Aunt Ks 101
many years had kept a little shop. Had
kept? Nay, she still kept it and was as
tireless at her post as ever when any profii
was to be gamed by it. That the profit
was meager enough her long life of pov
erty attested, but she had been inde
pendent, never had besought a favor
from any one and felt, to use her own
words, that a fair proportion of good
had been hers through life.
To induce her to dine with us once a
fortnight required the most pressing in
vitation. She came then in her gray
woolen gown (summer and winter it
was always the same), with little flounces
on the skirt and snowy crimped ruffles
at wrist and throat. She brought sweets
usually for the children to nibble, at
table was animated and gay, and when
one inquired how the business prospered
answered cheerfully ‘‘she believed it
went right well.”
And this “business” of Aunt Es’!
’Twas conducted in a cellar—one ot
those damp, unhealthy Amsterdam cel
lars, where to your amazement you will
find tolerably clean stalls, and in the
windows of which you will see dis
played fruits, shoes, fishing tackle,
cooperage materials and various com
modities too numerous to mention.
In such a cellar lived Aunt Es and at
the same time conducted a little station
ery shop. In order to reach this sumptu
ous abode, which was about the size of
a birdcage, one must descend 20 steps.
Then you saw a small—a very small
table, which answered the purpose of a
counter, on which was displayed three
or four prints, about as many letter pa
per pads of different shades, an old glove
case containing steel pens, goose quills
and cheap lead pencils, six bottles of ink
and four tape measures. That was all.
At the end of the year the inventory of
receipts showed nothing to waste, but in
good months Aunt Es sometimes gained
a profit of 12 to 15 gulden.
This shop in the evening was turned
into a dining room; at night it became
a bedchamber. The counter was her
dining table, and on the broad surface
of a chest, upon which a mattress was
laid, she slept.
In this subterranean chamber she had
lived 40 or more years quite decently
and free from care, hoarding her little
savings like a miser and looking hope
fully forward to the time when she and
the chosen of her heart should marry.
When 18 years of age, Aunt Es an
nounced to the members of her family
that she had met the man of her choice.
Like herself, he was a 6mall merchant—
smaller, in fact, for whereas she pos
sessed a shop, a table and an old glove
case with steel pens, he possessed no
shop at all, unless that could be called a
shop which would close up and be con
veniently carried under the arm.
Karl—that was his name—was a cigar
merchant, though not one of the whole
sale sort who draw their wares direct
from the plantations in Havana. His
“walking” shop consisted of a box or
case in which once reposed superfine Re
galias, but in which, not without inward
shame, he now packed for sale his three
penny cigars. His general stock amount
ed from 100 to 200, was sold to the work
ing or lower classes, and it required two
weeks for their disposal.
'Tis customary in Holland, when the
engagement is sanctioned by the families
of both parties, for the engagement to
continue from one to two years Dur
ing that time the couple are free to come
and go as the}- will—unchaperoned, un
protected, save by the good God who
smiles upon innocent love.
Though Karl's business, reflected Aunt
Es. was not as profitable as her own, yet
they would marry. The marriage would
be one of “Inclination," for they loved
each other. A marriage of convenience,
for their “commercial and social posi
tions" were equal. And better than all
it would be a marriage founded on rea
son, for not until they had conjointly
laid by a sum sufficient to establish
themselves ami their children in a com
fortable home would they rna y.
Two thousand gulden! That was the
very least, she resolved, with which she
•would venture into taking a larger shop.
Then the cigar and paper business would
be united, and the chest, no longer com
pelled to 6erve both as closet and bed
stead, could return to its original uses.
From the time of her betrothal and
this resolution a great change was noted
in Aunt Es. She who from early morn
ing till late evening had trilled like a
lark, and whose gay demeanor her neigh -
bors with one voice had reproached, now
became grave, if not severe.
Two thousand gulden! Money, money
for their marriage day. i'liat was her
one aim and Tairpose in 1 fe Tliat was
the one aiui and purpose of Karl too.
But it was not easy in their several
lines of business to save so large a sum.
No, it was not easy. Zeal and perse
verance brought no especial result. Mo
nopoly swallowed everything. He sought
to sell a better and consequently higher
priced cigar, she to introduce to her cus
tomers a new anil more finished style ol
But this double speculation failed and
threatened the overthrow of both the
stationery and cigar business entirely.
“We must not be overhasty," said she
to him one evening in her little shop,
“and engage in doubtful speculation.
Wbat one lias is known, what one may
acquire is not. To lose the confidence
of one’s customers will be disastrous.
Let us wait. We will succeed in time.”
And they waited.
Courage and hope never forsook them.
In the evening, seated behind the count
er, he contemplating her with eyes of
love, they built castles and formed splen
did plans for the future. Now it was a
mahogany bureau which tliat day he had
examined in a cabinetmaker’s shop; then
again a serious discussion of the propel
management and bringing up of children.
One day a bright idea came to Aunt Es.
“A ticket in the lottery,” said fllie tc
him tliat evening; “like a voice from *kf
sky it came to me. We must each buy a
ticket in the lottery,” and Earl impressed
by her words and manners did as she
The eve of the great drawings the
coujile passed in happy expectancy.
“Two thousand gulden 1" said she, with
chiming eyes. "We will pray this night
to the good God for 2,0U0 gulden,” and
Karl, as he kissed her, said he would
and promised in case either should have
drawn a capital prize to dash up to hoi
door on the morrow in a coach.
Lioug Derore tno Hour oi tne drawing
next day Aunt Es stood in anxious ex
pectancy at her shop door. Every pass
ing wagon—happily but few went
through that narrow street—set liei
heart to beating wildly. The sound of
carriage wheels in the distance turned
her faint, and more than once she caught
at the lintel of the door for support.
The clock marked the hour of noon
when into the narrow street turned a
fiacre, and oh, joy of joys, drew up be
fore her humble little shop. 'Within sat
Karl, and with a thousand visions of
happiness before her eyes Aunt Es darted
up the cellar steps and threw open the
“We have won, we have won,” she
cried exultantly, “my Karl, my be
He gazed upon her sadly, his face very
white and pain drawn.
“What hast thou?” she asked trem
blingly, reading suffering in his eyes.
“Naught!” said he, making an effort
to rise, “naught, my liebehen, save a
Tenderly she cared for him, yielding
him her chest and mattress, herself re
posing in a wooden chair.
In time he fully recovered and re
turned to his business again.
Thus the years went on, one hope after
another departing. Still their courage
did not sink. Neither remarked their
whitened hairs, their strength fast di
She was past 60 and he 70 years of
age. Aunt Es was ill, but she did not
mention it. She felt very feeble, but
overcame it that the business might not
suffer. Usually, too, she had little pain,
never complained and never thought to
consult a physician.
One day, however, this feeling of weak
ness so overcame her that she begged of
Karl, who was on his way to fetch a
customer 25 cigars, not to leave her. She
talked much, and in spite of her illness
laid plans for the future. In the long
years they had succeeded in saving quite
a sum of money. Of the 2,000 gulden
there was lacking only the half.
The night came down. It was a mild
summer night, and Aunt Es declared
that she was quite well.
“We are growing old,” she said pres
ently, “and I have been thinking, Karl,
we may as well be wedded now. In all
probability we will have no children, and
for ns two we have quite enough.”
Karl found that idea very pleasing.
“Yes, yes,” said he, taking her hand
within his. “why should we wait longer,
Aunt Es smiled.
“Tomorrow, then,” said she, closing
her eyes, “tomorrow we will”
She never finished the sentence. On
the morrow the old chest returned to its
original uses, while for Aunt Es was
prepared a narrower bed in a neighbor
ing churchyard.— Adapted From the
Senator Proctor’s Quarry.
Senator Proctor is the owner of one of
the most valuable marble quarries in the
country, and his home at Proctorville, in
the Green mountains, possesses a beauty
unrivaled in mountain districts. His
eldest sou is manager of the works.
Some idea of the value of these quarries
and the enormous amount of work per
formed can be estimated from the fact
that there are 13.000 names on the pay
rolls of the company, and the village of
Proctor is made up entirely of the em
ployees. There are 500 cottages in the
village—beautiful little two story dwell
ings—that are rented at $7 per month
and always kept in the most perfect
repair. The drives in and around the
neighborhood are solidly macadamized
by the hard marble siftings from the
mines, and one may drive for miles over
the picturesque roads on a roadway un
exampled for smoothness and freedom
from dust.—Washington Post.
A Dying Man’s Vision.
Judge John Stone, a pioneer settler of
Livingston county, Mo., and for several
terms a member of the county court,
died at Utica on Wednesday, aged 88.
He had been unconscious for some time
before death, but Saturday night roused
and said his eldest son, Samuel, of Mar
cel. Cal., was standing by him, but
would not speak. Sunday -a telegram
came announcing the latter’s death at
the hour when his dying father saw him
at his bedside.—Chicago Record.
DESCRIBE YOUR FRIEND.
And Then See B»v Well Your Picture Will
Fit Scores of Others.
“He was a young inan and fairly good
looking: smooth face and without
glasses: wore a dark suit; was about 5
feet in height and looked like a married
man. Anybody would know him." Such
was the description turned in by a young
woman who slipped quietly into the city
editor’s office and wanted to advertise
forChalmers. It appeared that Chalmers
had left home, and nobody knew why,
and this young woman had faith that
her recital of his personal traits would
bring him back. It was a good example
of the average person’s power of descrip
tion of a fellow being.
It is totally inadequate! Though man
be fearfully and wonderfully made,
there seems to be an unaccountable in
ability in nine persons out of every ten
to give a creditable word picture of any
one whom they have seen. Because we
understand the looks of a person when
we meet them, it never occurs to the
mind that other people do not grasp a
thorough idea of his appearance with a
few passing phrases of description.
Your friend comes in, and you ex
pound to him that such and such a man
has just called for him, but almost in
variably your exposition is a jumbled lot
of phrases which apply to the human
race in general.
The other day when I rushed into my
office room with a column story on the
end of my tongue—or at the tip of my
pen, to be more accurate—I was given
“Hello! A man has just been in to see
“What did he look like?”
“Oh, he was a good looking fellow—
not very tall, rather heavy, but not too
“Was he old or young?”
“About 20 or 25, I should say.”
“What color of hair?”
“I don’t remember now. However, I
don’t think he bad a mustache.”
“Oh. just an ordinary business suit.’
Have you ever heard such a descrip
tion? If not, watch yourself next time
you tell of some one’s call. You will be
surprised to find that your description
would fit almost any member of the
Why is it?
I don’t know. We read in books that
it’s because we don’t cultivate the habit
of intelligent observation.
There was once a boy who learned
how to describe what he saw. Every
morning he was sent by his father to
walk rapidly by an elegantly arranged
window, and then afterward to repeat
to him all the things he saw at this one
glance at the panorama and to describe
them. At first the lad could remember
but few things that his eye may have
caught in the passing glance, but in time
he could remember almost everything
in a show window by merely seeing it
At the Manicure’s.
The manicure with the golden hair
was bending over the hand of a new
“Do you want your hands bleached?”
She applied the bleach, using more
than the ordinary quantity upon the
thumb and forefinger of the right hand.
After working for about five minutes
she stopped and said:
“It is always difficult to remove nico
tine with the first application.”
“Wh-a-a-t?” gasped the society girl,
elevating her eyebrows. “Nicotine?
What do you mean?”
“The cigarettes, you know,” replied
the manicure. “It's perfectly awful how
they stain the fingers, ain’t it?” And she
smiled a smile that even the society girl
couldn’t resist. That made them friends,
and they fell to discussing the different
brands of cigarettes. And when the job
was done the society girl whispered:
“What’ll take the stain off?”
“Use lemon juice—I do—we all do.”
“Thanks.”—New York Herald.
The prejudice against opals appears to
be disappearing. Anyhow they are pop
ular. There are several varieties of opals
and therefore several degrees of merit.
The precious, or noble, or oriental opal
is the supreme. This has all the colors,
and when these colors are broken into
spangles it is then called the harlequin
opal. Then comes the fire opal, or gira
sole, with hyacinth red and yellow reflec
tion. The former comes from Hungary,
the latter from Mexico. The common,
or semiopals, are nonopalescent. Thehy
drophane, or oculus mundi, is nontrans
parent, but becomes so by immersion
in water or any transparent fluid. The
cachalong is nearly opaque and of a blu
ish white color. The hyalite is colorless,
pellucid and white. The opal jasper or
wood opal is the petrifaction of wood,
opalescent, but without the coloring
which makes the “noble” gem so pre
Working For a Holiday.
An Englishman stopping at one of the
hotels was commenting upon the ex
treme restlessness and incessant go of
Americans. He said, “You Americans
have such a beastly idea of the compen
sation of work.”
“What do you mean?” questioned a
Pittsburger standing near by.
“Oh, you people work for money,” was
“I don’t see anything beastly about
that," was the retort. “May I ask for
what you Englishmen work?”
“Why, we work for ourholiday,” was
the reply.—Pittsburg Dispatch.
Vienna is of nearly circular form, be
ing 12 miles in circumference. The old
city, or city proper, is, however, scarcely
three miles round. It was formerly in
closed by fortifications. Immediately
outside of these was a wide esplanade
called the Glacis, which has been ele
gantly built up and is called Ringstrasse,
one of the most splendid streets in the
| world.—Brooklyn Eagle.
Maiden*' Barometer* For Divining th*
Depth.* of Tltelr Sweetheart*' Dove.
it is singular to see how many mr tn
ingless ceremonies are now practiced by
young women—ceremonies which were
formerly used in earnest as love charms
or incantations. Most of these have an am
atory origin, and in connection with not
a few certain flowers areused,presumably
as a means of foretelling the future. In
several parts of New England when a
young lady expects a visit from her lover
she will pluck a marigold, take it in her
hand when he arrives and carry it until
the end of his visit, when from its fresh
or faded condition she will judge of the
strength of his affection.
A German girl, after having been
called on by her lover, will put a star
flower or dandelion in water and leave it
there until his next visit, drawing an
omen from its condition, while a Spanish
maiden will take a moss rosebud, wear
it on her breast, and if it expands to be
come a perfect flower the omen is con
sidered exceedingly fortunate. A super
stition of the same kind is shown by the
East Indian maiden who places a poppy
in her hair. In England the primrose is
used for the same purpose, and in coun
try districts of New England the spikes
of the rib wort plantain are taken,
wrapped in dock leaves, placed beneath
a stone, and if the next day signs of new
buds appear the omen is considered
In France young ladies desirous of
ascertaining the extent of a lover’s affec
tion take the common daisy and pull off
its leaves one by one, with the question,
“Does he love me? Does he love me
little? Does he love me much? Does he
love me with all his soul?” Marguerite
in “Faust” uses the common blue bottle
with similar questions. In England the
ash leaf is sometimes employed to ascer
tain the faithfulness of an absent lover,
and the Irish maiden learns of her future
by putting a shamrock in her shoe, after
which she walks abroad, and the first
man she meets or one of his name will be
her husband.—New York Advertiser.
Some New York Breakfasts.
Nearly every German bakery on Third
avenue serves breakfast and luncheon to
the furnished room population of the
east side. Some serve eggs and cold
meats, coffee, tea and chocolate. The
majority, however, provide only coffee,
tea, rolls and cakes. Nine out of ten
of the customers take coffee and cake.
The latter is not the French or Ameri
can kind. It consists of four varieties
dear to the German palate—apple,
peach, prune and sugar. The last
named is also called cinnamon. It is
made of bread dough on the upper sur
face of which is spread some butter,
sugar and cinnamon. Then it is baked
The peach and apple cakes are made of
thinly rolled bread dough,surmounted by
slices of apples or peaches, as the case
may be. When a little butter and sugar
have been placed between the slices, the
baker has approached as near perfection
as possible. The dough of the prune cake
is made like the other and covered
thickly with mashed stewed prunes.
In the best bakeries a slice of any of
these cakes from four to five inches
square is sold for 5 cents. A good cup of
coffee or tea with milk and sugar costs
the same. Those who like light and sweet
breakfasts can thus be satisfied for 10
cents. Probably 5,000 east siders eat
such breakfasts in the bakeries every
morning.—New York Sun.
The Origin of Starching.
The course of history carries us back
no further than the year 1564 for the
origin of starching in London. It was
in that year that Mistress Van derPlasse
came with her husband from Flanders
to the English metropolis “for their
greater safety,” and there professed her
self a starcher. The best housewives of
the time were not long in discovering
the excellent whiteness of the “Dutch
linen,” as it was called, and Mistress
Plasse soon had plenty of good paying
clients. Some of these began to send
her ruffs of lawn to starch, which she
did so excellently well that it became a
saying that if any one sent her a ruff
made of a spider’s web she would be
able to starch it. So greatly did her
reputation grow that fashionable dames
went to her to learn the art and mystery
of starching, for which they gladly paid
a premium of £4 or £5, and for the se
cret of seething starch they paid gladly
a farther sum of 20 shillings.—New York
A Hair Splitting BIthop.
It is recorded of a certain hair split
ting English bishop, who was accus
tomed to compose his “charges” in the
train, and whose desk was always placed
opposite to him, that he invariably treat
ed it as though it were a living vis-a-vis.
The train being very full on one occa
sion, a would be passenger inquired if
this place was taken, and the bishop,
with his sunniest smile, expressed regret
that there was no room. “1 don’t think
that was quite right, my lord,” said one
of his fellow passengers. “What was
not right?” inquired his lordship urbane
ly. “To say that the place was taken.”
“Pardon me, 1 did not say that it was
taken; I was particularly cartful to use
the word •occupied.’”—San Francisco
He Was a Senator.
Senator Allen of Nebraska is a big,
burly man who looks like a prosperous
dealer in live stock. Shortly after his
arrival in Washington he was stopped at
the door of the senate chamber by a new
doorkeeper, who informed him that no
one save senators was allowed on the
floor. Mr. Allen smiled sadly, waved liis
hand and said: “Very well, sonny, I'm a
senator. I don’t look it, I know, but I
am, just the same,” and passed into the
sacred precincts.—Chicago Herald.
“How is it your little baby sister goes
to sleep as soon as your father takes
Little Four-year-old—I ’spec’it's 'cause
she’d rather do that than stay awake
and hear him sing.—Beau Monde.
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Precinct Officers Elected.
North Valley Precinct.—The
precinct officers elected are as follows:
Assessor, J. W. Daniels; justices of the
peace, J. Ritteuburg and Frank Rahn
field; constables, VY. Latham and (J. A
Bede; judges of election, P. McKillip.
J. Ritteuburg and George Bentley;
clerks of election, R. (J. Catlett and J.
YYalkington; road overseers, Charles
Bentley and G. W. Arbogust.
East Valley Precinct.—Assessor,
C. W. Hodgkin; justices of the peace,
J. Fletcher and A. F. Hardin; consta
bles, J. Stenner and C. W. Harbert;
road overseers, J. Stenner and C. \V.
Harbert; judges of election, A. L. En
yeart, E. T. Hoppe and N O. Finch;
clerks of election, J. Fletcher and A.
F. Hardin.—Cambridge Kaleidoscope.
Brandy is a contraction of the old
English brandwine, burnt wine.
Morris’ English Stable Liniment
Leads the procession. The wonder lin
iment of the age. Cures after all oth
ers have failed. Has stood the test of i
tweuty years of constant use by one of j
the leading veterinary surgeons of the
English profession, and is now sold in 1
this country upon a positive guarantee. I
Good for man or Dest. Price 50c and $1.
Sold by McConnell & Co. Sept. 8— 3m.
Prevaricator was properly a cripple
with distorted legs.
Congress is to be importuned
by the railroad and express com
panies to enact a law making at
tempts at train robbery an indict
able offense under fbe federal laws.
There may be little objection to
this except from those sticklers
for state rights who want the
states to retain jurisdiction over
such cases. But while congress
is engaged upon railway legisla
tion, why not pass a law compell
ing the railroads to equip their
cars with automatic couplers and
other life-saving devices. While
legislating for the railroads, con
gress should not overlook the de
mands of the employes, the ship
pers and the traveling public.
An amalgamation of all the la
bor organizations of the country
is the latest project of the labor
leaders. The choice lies between
a loosely connected large organi
zation and a number of well ce
mented smaller bodies. Lack of
cohesion has frustrated former at
tempts of this kind, and it remains
to be seen whether present circum
stances are more favorable to an
other attempt in this direction.
We have been requested to an
nounce Jim Harris of McCook, as
the uext democratic candidate for
congress from the fifth district.
We refuse to do so unless Jim ap
plies the sheep shears to those
golden tresses that he now uses
for suspenders. Such economy is
not good democracy.-—Hastings
The Tkibcn'E had it on the un
impeachable word of President
Franklin of the Citizens bank, just
before the election, that candidates
Roper and Barnes were highly
pleased with the support given the
republican ticket. Please, Pete,
can we stay in, now.
Dave Bomgaedner and James
Lindsay have reason to be thank
ful that they still draw their salary
regularly at McCook, from a dem
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