UNCLE PETER'S SERMON. “Wha’s yo’ r«co’d, tremblln slnnabf Wha’s do titheH yo* bringio in? Do yo’ wpect t’ be a winnah Fo* yo’ Christyun wuk begin? Hussle up! 8ecuah yo* lodgin Wha’ do golden lante’ns glow, Fob dey won’ be any dodgin W’en de ho’n begiris t’ blow. “Tend ter wuk an bea-Kavin. Yo’ no ’Lijuh-beah niy song?— Des a-wait in twell a raven Cums a-totln grub alongl Yo’ may hab a peaceful lodgin Wl»a* de streams o* inarcy flow. But rtey won’ be any dodgin W’eu de ho’n begins t’ blow. “Put away de idle dreamin! Llf’ Emanyul’s bannah bight Don’ yo’ see de lamps a-gleamin On de buzsum o* de sky? Ali. yo can’t deadbeat yo’ lodgin Wha’ de hebenly roses blow, An dey won* be any dodgin W’en ole Gabe begins t* blow.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer. THE SHOEMAKER. In mountain girt Salzburg, noted it only for being the birthplace of Mozart, there dwelt once a shoemaker of the name of Siebold Veit. Notwithstanding the lowliness of his station, this disciple of St Crispin burned incense assiduous ly before the muses. Like the village Milton immortalized by Gray, Herr Veit had been debarred in youth by “chill penury” from the acquisition of knowledge, but inaturer days brought him many a recompensing opportunity for a glance at the pages of wisdom. All was grist that gravitated to our shoemaker’s mental millstones, and the stores acquired thus promiscuously from reading and hearsay were never lost or suffered to molder for want of expres sion. Indeed his application of what he gleaned was frequently so inoppor tune as to excite the hearty laughter of his honest but critical neighbors. Yet he paid little heed to their merriment, and today was as ready to excuse the shortness of their boots with “brevity is the soul of wit” as to assure them tomorrow that their old shoes were brought “never too late to mend.” Siebold was a bachelor from choice, but often let parts of the house, a quaint red tiled, low ridged, many gabled dwelling at the end of one of the serpen tine streets characteristic or Salzburg. At the time we peep into his life we find him landlord of Gabriel Stoss, a student. Herr Veit’s proximity to so animated a cyclopedia proved such a stimulant to his love for learning as to be well nigh inebriating. The mere creak of the stair, as the scholar went to and fro, was sufficient to make the shoemaker’s imagination reel in visions of the feast of reason that the very steps groaned to support. Occasionally in the evenings the stu dent would drop into his host’s cozy workroom and read him versions of the Greek and Roman writers, and, carried along by his listener’s whole souled at tention and undisguised rapture, would not infrequently continue the inspiriting myths away into the night. At such times the simple toiler’s delight culmi nated in nothing short of ecstasy. Once when the student had retired with his little red margined volume of legends his admiring auditor actually stole into the vacated chair to satisfy himself that an exchange of seats did not entail, a priori, a transfer of knowledge, and hastened to bed, where before long he lost sight of sordid and hampering real ity in the blissfulness of a dream that brought in its sequence the attainments of the professor of ancient languages in the very college attended by his lodger. One summer evening, having finished his work early, the shoemaker sauntered out upon his porch to smoke and medi tate the while on a recent narration of the student’s The story took his fancy so much as to incite him to action. Dur ing Herr Veit’s musings the sun set The retired street grew still and dark. Lights appeared here and there behind small diamond shaped panes and em phasized the descent of night. Suddenly knocking the ashes from his meerschaum, the shoemaker entered his domicile, and, acting npon his cogitations, took down his time worn fiddle and drew from it a few strains—a return to his former mis tress, music. Away back in his youth he could recall the days when he han dled the bow with no mean skill, hut for many a year he had neglected music to delve in the more alluring field of let ters. Now again he applied himself to his instrument with a fervor which made use of every spare moment until his old art returned so ravishingly that the wondering neighbors strayed in to hear him at his new caprice. But they withdrew ever with jocund faces, for try as they would to refrain from smiles Herr Veit was sure to elicit merriment in the end by some such observation as, “We’re never too old to learn?” It was on a morning after he had been practicing five months that the shoe maker closed his shop, locked np his rooms, and mounting the steep, bare steps that led to his lodger’s quarters left the key with Gabriel, adding that he was not to be looked for until his re turn. Leaving the youth at the head of the stairway, key in hand, gazing won deringly after him, our itinerant musi cian covered carefully his violin with his long gray cloak, drew his broad topped woolen cap over his eyes and passed into the street, free at that early hour of pedestrians. He made his way over a bridge across the Salzach to the brown meadows beyond the town. It was a most exhilarating morning. The Salzach, as it foamed between the peaks sentineling its banks, tree clad Kapuz inerberg to the right, gloomy, rugged Monchsberg on the left, seemed to brawl more jubilantly than ever of its descent from the distant Tyrolese Alps. The sun had not yet risen above the misty mountain tops, so the city lay in shad ow, but the color suffusing the sky, and the glistening of the frost on the fallow meadows, and an occasional strain from ■ some stirring songster betokened day’s advent The fresh air seemed to impart unwonted buoyancy to Herr Veit He strode lustily on and soon passed the open country adjacent to the city. Up lands and lowlands he traversed forsev eral day*, pausing often to break the j stillness of dell and glade with the dul j cet voice of his violin. At last he came upon a hamlet nes tling, like his own picturesque town, in a stream threaded valley at the foot of a range of hills. The dampness of the day veiled the hilltops heavily in mist, a circumstance which seemed to disturb the simplo villagers very much. They wero gathered in a knot in front of the mountains regarding wistfully the sum mits of the nearest range. The wander ing musician, following the path that skirted the base of the hills, loomed suddenly in sight, and with one impulse the peasants hailed him as a being sent from other realms—to aid them per haps. They coujured him to disperse the clouds that for several days had hung about the mountains and prevent ed their getting to their flocks grazing on the heights. The traveler replied serenely in an unintelligible dialect that the clouds certainly were fine evidences of a dull day, but that the herdsmen were not to be further alarmed, as he wa3 provided with the sovereign remedy for snch exigencies. Seating himself on a stump near by, Herr Veit began confi dently to woo the sun god with sweet music. The anxious rustics concluded that this procedure was the magical way to dissipate the mists and went by twos and threes contentedly about their vari ous callings. As the hours wore away, however, with no marked lightening of the at mosphere, the people began to doubt the stranger’s power and to exhibit signs of impatience, some manifestations being so stormy as to affect the musician—and his measures—tremulously. Phcebns, too, apparently was angry, for though Herr Veit, with his liveliest notes, be sought an audience, the day closed un blessed with a glimpse of the sun god’s radiance. As the night became darker and darker, the mnsic grow more and more faint, but it was only when the weariest villagers had sunk to rest that the melody ceased. In order to give their would be deliverer sufficient time, the inhabitants had resolved to leave him to his methods until the following day. Bright and early next morning the sun appeared, but long before its rays gilded the mountain tops Herr Veit, fearful of another trial, had stolen from the scene of his exertions—sighting after many hardships the familiar roofs of Salzburg. One evening soon after Herr Veit’s re turn the student was asked to sup with him, and over the coffee the adventure was recounted. The legend which had turned the shoemaker’s head must have been of Amphion, under whose magic music the ramparts of Thebes are re puted to have arisen, for when the epi sode had been rehearsed mine host, pre facing by way of momentum, “A little learning is a dangerous thing, ” reflected that in the olden time it must have been no small matter to build up a wall by the power of music, seeing that nowa days it was most difficult to move even a cloud by the same. JLrue, (jrabnel acquiesced, such feats seem practicable enough on paper; but, success granted, I warrant that the achievements one comes across in chron icles were not the crust breaking per formances that the old bards report. Times, moreover, have changed. We live in another age; different conditions environ us. Waiving enigmas abroad or in remote periods, there are problems at our very doors clamoring for solution. Reviewing it all and recalling a trench ant observation touching the happiness of home keeping wits, I am more than ever impressed with the force of our adage “Schuster, bleib’ bei deinen leis ten!’ ” (Shoemaker, stick to your last) anticipated Herr Veit gleefully, and for once at least aptly.—I. I. Summerseales in Kansas City Times. Discovered. There were many queer characters in Ballantyne’s printing house in Edin burgh, and one of them declared that he knew who wrote the Waverley novels, “almost as soon as the master, ” Mr. James Ballantyne. “I had just begun a new sheet of ‘Guy Mannering, ’ ” he would say, “one night awhile after 12, and all the com positors had left, when in comes Mr. Ballantyne himself, with a letter in his hand and a lot o’ types. “ ‘I am going to make a small alter ation, Sandy,’ said he. ‘Unlock the form, will you? I’ll not keep you many minutes. ’ “Well, I did as I was bidden, and Mr. Ballantyne looked at the letter and altered three lines on one page and one line on another. “ ‘That will do now, Sandy, I think, ’ were his words, and off he went, never thinking he had left the letter lying on my bank. I had barely time to get a glimpse at it when he came back, but I kent the hand weel and the signature, and it was ‘Walter Scott. ’' I had a great lang ballant (ballad) in Sir Walter’s ain hand o’ write at hame, so that I was nae stranger to it So, you see, gentle men, I kent the grand secret when it was a secret. ”—Youth’s Companion. She Didn't Go. He (after a tiff)—Going home to your mother, eh? She—Yes, I am. He—Hah! What do you suppose she’ll say to you? . “She’ll say, ‘I told you so.’” He made up.—New York Weekly. Consolation. Mr. Slimmy—I don’t like that Miss Biter. She said I was a perfect idiot, don’t you know. Mr. Bumme—She didn't mean it, of course, Slimmy. Anybody knows that nothing human is perfect. — Detroit Free Press. The Conne of True tow. She—There is one serious obstacle be fore us. He—Your parents? She—No; but my little brother is un alterably opposed to our attachment— Baltimore Life. IS IT TO LOVE OR TO BE LOVED? Wlio cares for love if one may love? In that the rapture lies, WliUl recks a heart that it be won If it may win the prize? There is no heart which stays at home. Contented to be sought. But, ever restless, seeks to win The heart where love is fought. Yet hearts are not all conquerors. Sometimes a doubting one Is overcome, and as a slave Its aftercourse is run. The heart thus conquered may submit And seldom will rebel. But dreams of triumph come to it Contentment to dispel. How oft in story and in song We read of those who die For those they love! They take no thought Of other reason why. But is there in the crown of love Great sacrifice, this gem Of martyrdom—that any die For those who most love them? —Detroit Free Press. A Pass Prom Almost a Stranger. The man about town who is always nodding to people and making himself agreeable even to comparative strangers had a little experience the other day which goes to prove that politeness and civility sometimes pay in a financial as well as a social sense. Ho was stand ing in the railroad station in Baltimore, waiting for the train to New York, when he noticed a man who kept glanc ing at him. Every time he looked in the direction of the stranger he noticed that his eyes were turned toward him. Strolling over that w — he bowed to the stranger. “I beg your pardon, ” he said, “but I thought yon recognized me. ” “I beg yours, ” said the stranger. “I thought I recognized you, but I am not sure now. ” “My name,” said the man about town, “is L-. ” “Oh, then, I was right!” said the other. “My name is H-. We met only once, about 15 years ago. Are you going through to New York?” added H “Right through on this train,” an swered the man about town. “I hope you are too. ” “Yes, ” said the other; “I am sorry to see that you bought your ticket I have a pass for myself and one. ” “Oh, I haven’t bought my ticket,” answered L-, with a chuckle, “and I am just your man. ” So his nodding was his passport— New York Tribune. Human Labor at Great Altitudes. Investigation among the workmen on the Peruvian Central railroad has brought some curious facts to light con cerning the capabilities of men to labor in rarefied atmosphere. The line starts at Lima, in latitude 12 degrees, and the highest point reached by the road is at the tunnel of Galeria, which is 15,645 feet above sea level. From deductions made by the investigators, it appears that the men were able to perform a fair “sea level” day’s work at any place along the route where the altitude was not greater than 8,000 or 10,000 feet, providing they had gradually worked up to that height from lower levels. At altitudes above 10,000 feet and under 12,000 the amount of work performed by each man showed a sudden falling off of from one-fourth to one-third, and at from 13,000 to 15,000 feet 100 men could do no more work than 50 would at sea level.—St. Louis Republic. The World on a Side Wall. On the wall of one of the big down town steamship companies’ offices is a huge map representing the earth. On this are miniature ships about two inches long, representing in the aggre gate the company’s fleet. From day to day, according to the average rate of speed of the vessel, the dummy is moved in her course so that any one looking up at the wall can tell exactly where every vessel is, or rather ought to be, at the moment. Of course storms or accidents may vary the actual and supposed posi tion, but when things go right with the vessel the owners are apt to get a cable announcing the arrival of the ship at her port on the same day that, accord ing to the dummy, she ought to have reached it.—New York Mail and Ex press. A Conversational Failure. “Don’t you like Professor Thinkins?” asked one girl. “Oh, dear, no!” replied the other girl. ‘ ‘He’s so fatiguing. ’ ’ “He has the reputation of being very brainy. ” “That’s just the trouble. When he talks, yon have to listen to what he is saying, or you can’t reply to his re marks. ”—New York Recorder. Nails. Sir George—Dreadfully annoying, is it not, my lady? They have scratched my horse at the last moment. My Lady—Nails, I suppose? How careless of the grooms! Why, if I’d valuable horses like you, Sir George, I’d have the stables padded like first class railway carriages.—Toronto Truth The British museum has books writ ten on bricks, tiles, oyster shells, bones and flat stones, together with manu scripts on bark, on leaves, on ivory, leather, parchment, papyrus, lead, iron, copper and wood. It has three copies of the Bible written on the leaves of the fan palm. Professor Schweninger, Prince Bis marck’s physician, recommends soda water, fruit and lemon sirup, white wines, water and cider as drinks per missible in the treatment of his antifat “cure” in connection with daily mas sage and bathing. The insignia of the Colonial Dames consists of a round disk of light blue enamel, with the figure of a Colonial dame in gold. On the reverse side is the motto, “Virtutes Majorum, Filial Conservant. ” Over 100 instances are on record where human bodies after burial re mained uncorrupted for many years. I ® The Citizens Bank of McCook. Incorporated Under State Laws. Paid Up Capital $50,000. Surplus $10,000. DOES A GENERAL 13uniting - business. Collections made on all accessible points. Drafts drawn <>u principal cities of Europe. Taxes paid for non residents. Tickets for Sale to and from Europe. - OFFICERS: V. FRANKLIN, President. A. C. EBERT, Cashier. -CORRESPONDENTS: The First National Bank, Lincoln, Nebraska. The Chemical National Bank, New York City. Tfte Hrst National Bati^. AUTHORIZED CAPITAL, $100,000. CAPITAL AND SURPLUS, $60,000. OFFICERS AND DIRECTORS. GEORGE HOCKNELL, President. B. M. FREES, Vice President. IN. F. LAWSON, Cashier. A. CAMPBELL. FRANK HARRIS. 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