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THE JOTJBNAL. t WEDNESDAY, NOV. 28, 1883. Zaiorei at the P::i:2ce, Cdcnta, Hrt., : uessi- clus natter. TEE FIRST HOME-NEST. v6wcet was that morn of lore's content; WhcnXate and I, just wedded. On grave housekeeping business bent, The vilbujo byways threaded; .For at ncst-buildhur round about Were all the birds, new-mated, -And no more thought of boarding out, . Dear Kate said, than if fated To singleness, with all its woes; - And-were our views moro narrow And poor, sho nalvly asked, than thoM Of robin, finch and sparrow? And clad was I to have agreed With her; for, ere was ended Our search, just such a nest at need We found as both commended. "A'humblc. humble cot, well algh By twenty paces bounded. But well within our means, and by A garden wall surrounped. And tbence, with love and thrift so fair s -.A domicile we made It, No fear remained that carping care 1 Or want would ere Invade it. There found we the repose, begun In marriage rites; there mustered Our higher powers; there one by one . Our brood about us clustered. And when at last all, all our own " We called our homo thus bullded, Less-proud, I think, was King on throne. Or Queen in palace gilded. Long, long u c clung there, even at last With deep reluctance quitting That roof for one of higher cast, Our altered state bentting. Ah. richer homes since then we've had, 'Homes of palatial splendor, "But ne'er a onrt so sweet and glad As that first home-nest tender. Where Kate and I at our own hcartfc Our joys domestic kindled. And slowly, gained the solid worth ThatTTc'er hath paled or dwindled. Oi, not a home on earth is known, "With what you please compare It, Like that which first you call your own, With ff true wife to share itl : . N.Y. Ledger. ' A LUCKY MISTAKE. -Tom," said my father to me, one cold. November afternoon, as we stood in the flag-paved hall of our old-fashioned farm-house, "you'd better put thc'little bay mare in the dog-cart and go inio Worthington for that saddle. I clean forgot to call for it yesterday, and'if you want to go out with the hounds on Saturday, you won't have another chance of getting it," Thus said my stalwart, weather-reddened,' gray-haired old sire, as he put on his rough hat and took his thick walking stick from the stand, preparatory to going about the farm. It was about three o'clock, and dinner was just over; for tin time of 'which I speak was twen ty years ago, and the farmers had not then learnt to live according to tho laws of a fashion unsuited to his income and his occupation, or to ape the style and expenditure of his landlord. My father was an old-fashioned yeoman, who tilled the land which his great grandfather had tilled before him; and even had he lived in these days, when men of his type arc- rare, he would have kept to" the old-fashioned ways. I wag nothing loth to act upon the parental suggestion, although it meant a long drive in the biting cold, and although the return journey would have to bo done in the dark or with very in different, moonlight. We were utterly isolated at the Mistletoe Farm; for we were seven miles from Wbrthington, our nearest town, and ten miles, in the oppjBsUe direction, from the nearest railway station. My father farmed near ly five huudred acres, some of the land --especially that lying toward Wor thington being verv poor stuff, and onlyfit for sheep. There was not even a village near; the laborers lived in cot tages scattered over the estate; and in the depth of winter, when there was snow, or when tiie floods were out, we were often a week at a time and never saw a soul besides ourselves and our employes. But we always had a good bit of horse-flesh in tho stable; as, indeed, was absolutely necessary, when our only means of communication with the outer world was by road, and when the distances were so great and the roads bo bad. The little bay mare that I was going to drive Fly-by-night was the name we afterwards gave her was a young one of our own breeding, clever as a cat and docile as a dog. 1 rom her infancy she was my play-fellow; would come to me when I whistled to her; cat out of my hand or niy pocket; and when the time came for backing her and breaking her, there was nothing to be done. She had perfect confidence and trust in us all, ami especially in me; the cat by the fireside could not be more gentle br more easy to control. If 'only people would learn that a horse can, by kind treatment and constant association, be made as tame and affec tionate as a household pet, there would be fewer broken bones from- back jumpers and runaways. She was a world two good for har ness, I thought to mvself, as I led her out of the stable and proceeded to put her to the old-fashioned, square dog cart, which turned up- behind and looked like a mail cart barring the color, which was a dingy gray. The little marc was my hunter when the hounds were in reach and my father would let me go; and she carried me as gamely, even after twenty miles of harness tiie day before, as if she was one of the squire's cracks and went out only once a week. As we trotted quietly down the drive, my father put his head over the hedge and called to me: "May be, the saddle won't be fin ished," he said, his red face glowing with cold, his eyes glancing critically at the mare, "jf so you can put up at the Angel and liave your tea; but don't be later than you can help. Have you got vour watch on you?" "Yes." I said, wondering at the question. "You'd better give it to me," said my father, stretching his arm over the hedge. "I heard yesterday, at the or dinary there was a gentleman stopped on Monday night on the road. You haven't got too much money on you, I suppose r" "No. danger," said I, with a laugh, as I put my watch and chain into my father's big. brown hand. "They won't get much out of me if they try it on." AntLo.ff we -went, turned into the high roadand sped it a quick trot through the athering'twilight in the direction of A orthington. It was ark, when, we readied the out' tikirts ol the little town, and the lights, not very brilliant if tried by modern standards, sparkled cheerfully enough in the windows. Past the blacksmith's forge, with the great bellows roaring and the sparks flying from the glowing cinders; past the butcher's? with a goodlycdisplay of some of our best beef; past the grocer's, where the half dozen children who were flattening their noses against the panes turned to look at us; and so, clattering over the uneven cob bles of the pavement, to the saddler's shop. The proprietor himself, a staid and portly person, conscious of the im portance which attaches to his position in a country town, came out and nodded a greeting.". " A. coldTiight, Mr. Tom," says he, witlfa shiver, as the wind tookhis apron, "rmnot quite ready for you. Your father didn't come in vesterday, so I thought you wouldn't want the saddle till next week." "I-wan't it for Saturday," said I, leaning sideways out of the trap. "The bounds are at the coppice, and the little mare and I are going. Can you do it for me if I put up?" The saddler thought for a moment. Ay, I can do that," he said, at length. . "Will you call in between eightand nine and it shall be ready for ? TL? l.l--t.... 1.a wmrtt anil x aerwa, uw& uy fr-v. -." . throngh tl e narrow atcwa of the An- fcl into the dim, des te i innyanl. rom a tingle half-open ! .-way cama a stream of light. A liguv twicd forth in answer to my summon1. "Good evening, Mr. T--m " said this person, approaching ai. siting the mares neck. . "Hallo, Jack! is tha vou?" I If as I drew the reins hroughjnvjiiiger. and airghtcd,"rccogni7.Tn"j." aC 1 didjy, . Mr. Jack Plover, to whom wt- intrusted the important duty of conveying the Queen's mail-bags from Worihington to the railway town. "You'll have to wrap up warm to-night.'" "Ay! bitter cold, that it is.'" answered Jack, undoing the traces. "But, law bless me! I'm used to it. Jf only I'd got as good a thing between my shafts as you nave here, I'd think nothing of a seventeen-mile drive, I do assure you, sir." '"Your old ponv isn't to be despised, either," said I, holding up the shaft wiile Jack drew the mare out. "A new pair of forelegs and sound bellows would improve him, but except for that " "Well, he isn't quite Newmarket or Doncaster, I do confess," said Jack; leading the mare in through the open' doorway and putting her in a vacant stall. "But he's good enough for his work. I start early and we take it easy. You won't have the collar off, sir?" "No," I said. "I am off again in an hdur or so. Will you have a drink, Jack?" We crossed the yard, passed through a swing door, and found ourselves m the warm, cheerful bar, where the bright light made ua wink after the darkness outside, and the huge fire sent a leaping, ruddy glare on the red cur tains, and a reflection that danced mer-; rily on the trim rows of bottles and. glasses. The barmaid, buxom and fresh-colored, smiled a welcome, and rewarded my compliments on her pink ribbons and the roses in her cheeks by a "Go along with you," and a couple of glasses of steaming whLsky-and-water. There was only one other occupant of 'the bar, a stranger to me. He was a man apparently verging on forty, buttoned up in a shabby great-coat, and with his hat so slouched over his eves thathis features were' bard to be dis cerned. To the salutation wnich I gave him on entering, he made no reply, but with arms folded, gazed fixedly on the floor. 'My service, sir," says Jack, raising the tumbler to his lips and taking off the contents at a draught. "That's'the stuff to keep the cold out. Although this is a bit too early. I ought to have waited until eight o'clock, just before I started." "You can have another then, if jou like," said I, with a laugh. "Nay, sir," remonstrated Jack. "I didn't mean that. Is the clock right, miss?" he inquired of the barmaid. "Then I must be going about my work," he added, receiving an answer in the affirmative. "Good night, sir, and thank you kindly." And Jack Plover, who was a sporting-looking figure with his Queen's liv ery and clean-shaven face, touched his hat politely and passed through the swing door. The man with the slouched hat looked up as he left, and, addressing nobody in particular, inquired in a harsh, rough voice, with a queer burr in it: "What time does the pot go out here?" "At eight o'clock," replied the bar maid, looking at her interrogator with no particular favor. "That is the dri ver of the mail-cart who has just left.' "So I judged," replied the man, rising and putting some money on the table. "Is that right? Good-night to yon." And with a heavy, slouching gait, he strode to the door and was gone. After tea in the half-lit coffee-room and a pipe in the bar, with the barmaid to tell me the gossip, I started at about half-past eight, called at the saddler's, put my saddle under the seat, and set out for home. As we passed the black smith's forge at the end of the street there was a pony being shod, and Mr. Jack Plover, in a big great-coat, was looking on at the process. "Cast a shoe, Mr. Tom, and had to turn back," he called out as I passed by. Out into the country, looking doubly black and dismal by contrast with the cheerful light and warmth that we were leaving behind; with the slanting rain driving full in one's faco, so that it dazzled the sight; with gray piles of cloud hurrying overhead: with a veil of mist and darkness blending hurdle and hedge-row, field and tree, into a vague, indistinct, gray mass. The road is muddy, and, albeit the high-road, in bad condition; but the little mare has fot her head homeward, and pulls her ardest toward warm stable and well stocked rack, and the society of heavy Dobbin and his brethren. Not that my little hunter is to be permitted to pull herself to pieces through ruts and over ill-laid stones, for there is Saturday in prospect, and with the country in this state, we shall want the very last ounce. Now we are climbing a hill, and, anon, we 'are on top, and the rain and tHe wind beat savagely upon us and the prospect on either side is dreary enough. Now, steadily down tho shedding ground with a tight rein and a careful lookout for loose stones; for this is a deep descent, and one false step may. take twenty pounds off the little mare's value. The banks are high, at all events, so there is some shelter, and down at the bottom there are trees on either hand. It was pitch dark in this hollow, but I let the mare out at the bottom of the hill and gave her her head. Suddenly, with a loud snort, she swerved violent ly, ran the wheel of the trap on to a heap of wayside stones, put there to mend the road; and in a second we were over. , I went out, of cours, and the driving box, the Baddle and a debris of miscel laneous articles after me. I landed Eartly on my shoulder, partly on my ead, and was up again in a moment, although a bit dazed. The moment I gained my feet I was seized by the collar, and a harsh voice exclaimed not to me, but to some one else: "Hold his head down hold his head down!" A dusky form sprang to the mare's he? a and kept her from attempting to rise. A third form knelt on the trap. "By jove!" exclaimed this last fellow, in an agry tone, "we've got the wrong man!" "What?" said he who had hold of mv collar. "Do you mean to say it isn't the ?" With a volley of oaths the other re plied in the negative. The man who had hold of me released me and joined the other. They whispered together for a few seconds. Then the first one came back to me and said, with a fine pre tense of indifference: "Nasty accident, sir! "But it might have been worse. It's lucky we were at hand to help you." " I don't know about that," I replied, with no small acrimony, "formynorse shied at one of you. She never did it in her life before. You'll oblige me by helping to get her out." In a twinkling we had the harness undone, and the mare, with a flounder and a stagger, was on her feet, and shook herself in a disgusted fashion. The men said nothing but obeyed my directions. Luckily, nothing was broken. The mare had rubbd a little hair off her, as well as I could tell, but her knees were all right. In seven or eight minutes from the time we went over, so quickly did it all happen, I was in my seat again; ready to start. My ajailants,'or urisUnte, which- and seemed on!;, anxious to get r.tt ol ! me.: they dUp.tc..ct! mc without a j worn, and 1, went, a mile onniyro.id "before I fulh realized wv.ut had hup- " lit,ikrf A.. ,.. iJtLn. I hit pened. case in an 'at- ident, I could onlv recall what took nlacc iamiediatelv before and imme- djalely after, and for that very nwson L - ' - L'1 wor I? "uttered v the mn were more Yiv,idl. jj What did ii.ey more Yiv,uJIj.miprjjMM on my memory. mean.' It flashed into mv mind like a revela- tiou. They had been misled by the shape of my trap: which, as I have saicl, was square behind, and looked like a mail-cart, while the darkness was too great in their place of a:ubus cade for them t' see the color. The time of mv arrival was about thatoi the mail, had not Jack Plover been obliged to "turn back; and the eanjfm Eace at which I had come down the ill accorded very well with the steady movement of Jack's nag. And the voice? I had heard it some where lately the man in the Augel bar, who asked, too, the time when the mail left. There was no doubt of the men's purpose. How to prevent it? How to warn rJack in time? There was no road back but the one by which I had come, un less I made a detour of several miles. Neither was there a house near whem-e to get assistance. I pulled up and thought it out. A bruise on mv right arm suggested something. I had fallen on; my left side, and this bruise was caused by the saddle tumbling after me. I made up my mind at once. Turning in through the first gate I came to, I drove over the turf to a cor ner of the field where was a group of trees. Here I took the mare out; put the trap under the elms and turned the cushions; took off all the harness but the bridle, and saddled her. Luckily the bridle had no blinkers. I wound the long reins round and round ray arm, mounted, and, thanking Providence for my knowledge of the country, rode at the nearest fence. There was a faint moonlight to help us, but it was terri bly dark. My heart was in my mouth as We went at the fence, which was a big upstanding one, but I knew there was no ditch on the taking-offside, and I gave the little mare the word at tho" right moment. She jumped clean from under me, and landed me on the crupper. I never shall forget that leap! If .there had been any one to see it I coiihl have sold her almost for her weight imgold. We were half way across the next field before I had regained my seat properly, and then the mad exhilara tion of the thing took possession of both of us. There was a flight of hurdles next which we took in our stride. Then a bank and a close-cropped hedge that stood up, black as Erebus, against the gray of the night; which we jumped as though it were twice its height. Then a flock of frightened sheep went scurry ing away into the darkness. It was all turf, and, for the first time, I blessed the poverty of the laud, that made it worthless to plow. A dozen fences negotiated in the same mad fash ion brought us into a field that skirted the high road; and here we were pounded. There was a big bull-fmch into the road, with a deep drop. To go on, parallel with the road, was impossi ble, for there was a made-up hank with I a cropped hedge, full of stakes, ami a deep drain, as 1 Knew, ran on either side. I rode up and down by the bull finch in despair. Was all my trouble to be in vain? At last I made up my mind, and rode, not too fast, at the great, towering, straggling hedge. I put my arm across my face, shut my eyes, into it we went, and out of it, with a scramble and a flounder, we came separately. The bull-finch nearly brushed me out of the saddle, and the mare and I dropped side by side into the road, but both of us on our legs. Before I had time to remount I heard the sound of approach ing wheels, and a man whistling nier rdy. "Pull up. Jack!" I called out. Jack's whistle ceased, and a more astonished countenance I never beheld than the one which looked down from the mail cart. "What the dickens " he began. Then I explained. "Well," he said, at the end of it, without a word of commendation to me. "That is a good pony of yours. What shall we do?" "I'll tell you," I said, for my blood was up with the excitement of the night "'Drive back to Worthington, get Rogers, the constable, and a pistol ftniee .nd lot. thnm trv ncrnin " "Done with you," said Jack, turning round. "You ride on ahead and find Rogers, and I'll wait for you by the old toll-bar." In half an hour the constable and I were seated verv uncomfortably on the back of the mail-cart, and driving along as fast as Jack's pony could be induced to go. Our onty fear was lest the fel lows should have got tired of waiting, for it was quite an hour and a half later than the time when the mail should have passed them. Down the hill we went, our hearts thumping away with excitement, not to mention the difficulty of holding on, and Jack per forming "My Pretty Jane" with ex quisite variations. Well, to cut the story short, we got one of them. The constable, in his eagerness, jumped down directly the first man had seized the horse's head, and the two other fellows made off. We got the right gentleman, though the identical fellow who had been in the Angel bar, and whose voice I had re cognized. He was tried at the Assize?, and, two other convictions being proved against him, was sentenced to seven years' penal servitude. I went out with the hounds on Sat urday, and my little mare was the he roine of the hour. The Squire himself came up to me, and, after compliment ing us both on our achievement, said: "What do you call her?" "Well, Squire," I replied, "we haven't given her a name yet'' "Call her Little Fly-by-night" said he. And that's how she got her name. Argosy. Way a State Can Not be Sued. Perhaps it might not be uninteresting to summarize the reasons why a sover eign State can not be sued, even by its own consent: 1. "Law is a rule of action prescribed by a superior.". The sovereign has no superior. 2. The Kins: can do no wrong, be cause he is above the law, being its source, and there can be no wrong but by its violation. 3. The writ runs in the name of the Sovereign, and is supported bj' his pow er. It would be absurd for the Sover eign to call himself into court to an swer for violation of his own law under penalty prescribed by himself. 4. There is no power to enforce judg ment. The State compels the individual to obey the judgment of its courts; it can not compel itself. The judgment of the court is the will of the Sovereign, and consequently can not be made use of to coerce the Sovereign. The Con tinent. - m e" The Oil City Derrick-is noted for dropping into sentences with a whole volume of meaning. It says: "The best thing in print a pretty girl in a calico dress." There are hosts of young men who are roosting from three to six stories high and eating hash in base ments, to whom the Inter-Ocean com mends the sentiment Why not begin to live, young man? The man who waits to get rich before marrying is a fool for the want of sense. Cmcago Inter-Occsm. (lew Monev is Made Upoa the Fai Experiments in growing animals, and in fattening them for the market, have, quite often, seemed to show that no profit was made upon the undertaking; at any rate, no such profit as would sat isfy a man with speculative t'.'.r of mind. The opinion is frequently ex- Eressed that, taking the country over, ut comparatively icxv farmers make any monej- upon their farms over and abovo that made through the steadily growing value of their acres. There are. of course, manv thinsrs produced upon the farm that are not counted and I charged up as a part of the yearly ex penses, and credited to tne iarm, as they should be. Poultry and the egg product cut quite a figure in the living expenses, yet there are rarely any ac count taken of these only when poultry forms quite an item in the business car ried on on the farm. The same is true of milk and butter, except where the farm is a dairy farm; in which latter case articles used from what is rated as the leading products are deducted. On some farms, the surplus of poultry and eggs is quite sufficient to pay for one or two leading articles in the pto- i eery line "for the entire year, if the poultry is properly managed. J. hen if the farm is not a dairy farm, the sur plus product of the farm cows,' properly utilized, will pay the grocer quite an added amount towards his yearly bill. The hens glean their living from sources that are mainly valueless for any other purpose, and the keep for a couple of cows is hardly missed upon a farm of two or three hundred acres, leaving the main sources of income intact In fact, if the farmer is following the system of stock growing he should pursue, his cattle being well graded up, the increase will pay expense of feeding such cows as are kept for family use; if he does not raise cattle somewhat improved, he is not worthy to have his milk and but ter at any less cost than those who do not live on the farm. The farmer who bought his land say 240 acres for 300, twenty-five years ago, and can now sell at $50 per acre, has", after deducting compound interest upon the sum originally paid, an appa rent profit, on the investment of about $46 per acre. But it is answered to this, that he has paid taxes, and placed fences and buildings upon the property, and it is largely upon these improve ments that the gain from 1.25 to 50 Cer acre has come. But it must also be orne in mind, that he has had the use of the land during the period named, worth during the first two or three years, we will say, nothing; after that, from one to three dollars per acre, according to state of advancement in tillage, in 3eedingdown, and in improvements. If, as is the rule, he has built fences, and erected buildings out of earnings from the land, having had no means, from any other source, to make im provements with, has had his living dur ing the j'ears, and has now an accumu lation of live stock and other personal property on band, without having in curred the risk which so generally envi ron mercantile and manufacturing pur suits, there is no reason why, having had the use of fences and buildings up to the period of incipient decay, he should not count the increase in price over iirt cost as resting entirely in the land proper. If gain is made out of the products of the farm, it is by common consent conceded that wheat growing does not, taking the years together, add to this gain. Especially is this true aftef the first two or three years' cropping, and doubly true after the land has become, owing to its location, materially enhanced in value. During all the years that the average farmer has kept fiimself weighted down with inferior farm stock, on which he has made no profit, he has, neverthe less, secured a living. Under the mere drift of events circumstances beyond his control under which the man with out brains and business tact shares to quite a degree equally with him who has a large gift of both, his land has yearly grown in value, so that he finds a customer for his acres in the thrifty neighbor who has accumulated a bank balance, not by waiting for an increase in the value of the land he has no in tention of selling, but through feeding his grain and grass, not simply that they may be consumed on the premises, that he may say his produce is not be ing hauled off, 'but, on the contrary, to well-bred animals, that pay a profit. We would ask, what source of profit is there upon the farm, leaving out the special lines, dairying, etc., except in following the plan to regularly turn off paying five stock? Certainly continu ous wheat growing, with other grains added, to the exclusion of feeding, can not be practiced upon lands in general, in fact not upon any land, without heavy outlay for keeping up fertility. If the man who goes along slipshod from year to year, feeding scrub steers until they are four or five years old, will go into market with a car-load, on same train with his neighbor who has a car-load of two or three-year-olds of high breed ing, he ought to be able, after the sales are made, to compute the advan tages reached through receiving the proceeds from two or three years' Keep, at six cents, over anything he can figure up on an experience of a four or five years' keep, upon a three-and-a-half cent basis. This is one way for a man to settle the question whether he has ever really made any money, ex cept through what is forced upon him by the gradual rise in the value of land in his locality. National Live Stock Journal. A Diversity of Style. According to the reports which re turning buyers bring from Paris, and advance fashion-plates from abroad, in finite diversity is to prevail in the com ing stvles of dress. There are suits severely plain and others elaborately puffed and ruffled; clinging costumes and costumes which are more than bouffant tailor-made dresses and confections of the Louis Quinzie period. In short, it may almost be said that every known form of woman's dress in civilized lands will be more or less worn during the doming se:ison. As for the bodices, such is the variety of styles that every taste may be suited. Basques are of ail shapes round, pointed and square; the jersey basque, the jockey basque an the zouave, opening over a veritable waistcoat Round waists gathered to a belt, and round waists exactly like a basque with tails cut off, yoke waists, blouse waists and the old-fashioned sur pliced waist, together with polonaises of every description. All these and more appear among new styles. There is no settled fashion. Quito as manv bodies are worn full as plain, and one niay consult the becoming with the ut most freedom. The jersey waist is rap idly becoming what it is undoubtedly best fitted for a neglige and demi-toilet garment It gives perfect freedom of movement while it fits the figure imoothly, and is almost universally be coming. Nothing can be more sensible for children's wear, and it is also ad mirably adapted for growing girls. Economically considered, it is a boon, lince it may be worn with the skirt of any dress not past renovating, and the busy woman, with little time for dress making, finds in it a convenient and comfortable garment all ready to put on. It is not at all likely that it will go out of fashion; on the contrary, itwilTprob ably be enrolled among standard gar ments; but only expensive silk jerseys will be in good" taste for evening wear tnd they for very young ladies. PhiU tdelphia Press. A child born in CleTeland, recently, had one body, but it wore two distinct keada, four arms and f omr legs. It died. CUvtiand Htraid Findi'iar tto "Lomlcttcs." On coming into town from Qtrccht 1 leaned out ot the window on approaca ing Amsterdam, my curiosty excited by the tall'whitc towers of the exhibition, and as I gazed on tho apparition my eye-glasses fell off-my nose and fell out side the track. I rapidly took.my bear ings. We were within" a mile of tho depot, near a railroad bridge. At night when ready to go back to Utrecht I reacted the station an hour1 too early for the train and resolved to go otit and hunt up my lost "specs,"1 which offset my optical delinquency bet ter than I could hope from any new pair. I applied to the "director" at the station and, with a few words and many ffestures, told him mv desire. He , assigned to me a man in uniform to take care of me, and we walked out to the bridge and began the search. When we Jiad walked up and down for a few minutes I noticed thatwe had a rs" emit. A lounger by the roadside had fallen in our wake and joined us in the search. In two minutes more a woman came out of a house and bent Tier ener gies also to the task. Presently two children came, running across the fields and reinforced us, so that there were six people thoughtfully beu't, hunting for one poor pair of eye-glass&s or "lornicttesr-'-as they called them. Ten minutes later I gave it up and turned back with the embroidered guard. As we approached tho station a boy came run nine- towards us from that di rection, .shouting jo ously and flapping his arms: "We hebben der lorniette gloomcn! We hebben gloomen!" The boy was all out of breath, and ho could only say in Dutch, "Ask him that's up the ladtler!" pointing to a man in a little box elevated by the side of the. track, at which converged telegraph wire. The man himself now came to the window and shouted enthusiastical-' ly in turn, and shook a bit of paper in his hand. "Telegraph dispatch, . I guess," said iny Dutch escort, and ran forward and climbed the ladder, and brought it down. It read: "Wfo bobber de lorniette gloomen! !" with two evclamation points after it. I handed the operator half a gulden twenty cents aud gave the- boy, who ran to announce it, four cents. A cloud, of dust now rose in the' rear, and I heard a clamor of joyous.- voices. Be fore we could regain the shelter of the depot they were upon us. A little girlt red-faced and breathless, was ahead, who curtsied and hold out .her baud bashfully and said: "Thank you, sir. My father found it." My guard and guide looked piteously at me, and Igave the long-petticoated herald two cents. "Thank you, sir!" said the, next two breathless ones, "we were looking for it!" Trying to get the hang of what they said, in a moment of inadvertence I gave the rascals a couple of sixpences. "I found it, sir, thank you," said tho woman whom I had seen before; "thank you, sir, thank you." I had learned "dank U," by this time, so that I knew it when I saw it "Very well," I said, in a bad mixture of French, Dutch, American and Ger man, "Ou ist der lorniette, confound it all!" "Present it to tho gentleman, my daughter!" said she, pushing forward another long petticoated infant, who did actually lay the eye-glasses in my hand. I set them on my nose and gazed at her. She bore the scrutiny without flinching, but softly piped "dankU!" I gave the woman a gulden (forty-two cents) and the 1. p. infant still softly sighed "dank U, ' and- held out her hand. I put some pence in it and the grateful couple withdrew. A stout youth now came forward and said: "Thank you, sir! I carried tho dispatch to the man up to 'tother end." The guide told me what he said. Igave hiin half a gulden and started for tho station. A woman with a big bonnet on hind side before intercepted me, said thank you, and addressed me a lono and earnest speech in high Dutch. 1 didn't know what she said, but it must have been something awful. Inferring that one of her babies had been run over by the engine while looTring for my property, 1 hastily handed her the value of it, seven cents, and fled to the train just in time to get aboard. I mention this incident in detail because it is char acteristic of all Europe. Amsterdam Cor. Detroit Press and Tribune. Literary Mechanism and Literary Art. It seems at first incredible to say that literature sutlers from the encroach ment of the moneyed power, but a little observation will show that asser tion to be true. Especially it is true in New 'England, where literary rank is priced above rubies, though one may be quite sure that the aspirant has the rubies, too. Individuals who are culti vated and appreciative aspire to the dignity of authorship. Destitute of one spark of the divine fire, but having the fair library .style that is a part of a good education and intelligence, added to the prestige of wealth and social posi tion, they write their books (which are usually compilations) and secure their publishers. Why not? Publishing a book is a merchanical operation, and there is no more reason why a woman of wealth should not employ a publisher to bring out her book than there is why she should not employ Worth to devise her costume. Yet let us give this .species of literary mechanics due deference. It is usually work done with special advantages; with wide resources, refined tastes, with the special cultivation of familiar ity with literatures and foreign lands, and other advantages open only to the wealthier classes. Books of the com pilation order prepared in this manner are often of a value that fully justifies their being, and are also usually of a character whose preparation absolutcly demands the conditions of wealth and leisure to produce them. But they are works of literary art, and should so be regarded. This mechanism has its legitimate place, and accorded respect when it applies itself to the encyclo pedic class of literature, to the collec tions and compilation which form so valuable and so indispensable an ele ment in libraries; but when it assumes the creative order of work, its intrinsic cheapness is apparent, and just literary criticism takes no social position as a factor in its conclusions. Boston Travel ler. How Long Will It Last?; The calculations about the British i-oal-fields have set statisticians at work o determine how lono he anthracite ooalof this country will last Our soft or bituminous coal is practically inex haustible, but east of the Rocky Moun jans, so far as known, hard or anthra cite coal is confined to a limited area J the State of Pennsylvania. There are 820,000 square miles of hard coal coun try in that State. Estimating a hundred tons to the acre in depth, would give 320,000,000 tons. As the various strata of coal would average thirty feet in depth, agrand total of 9,600,000,000 rep resents the total production. As the present consumption is 30,000,000 tons per annum, it will be over three hundred years before the Pennsylvania supply will be exhausted. Some very fine an thracite coal has been found in Colorado, and other strata of it will doubtless be uncovered in parts of the extreme west am country, but with our vast stores of bituminous coal, our wood, and petro leum, there is no danger of a want of fuel for s. thousand years ahead, no matter how dense our population. Then it ia not unreasonable to believe that' chemistry may give us new heat pro ducing combinations which will dispense with the use of ear present fuels. item trtsfs Monthly. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. R. J. liurdctt, the "youmerist," rldcu a bicycle for recreation. : Palatka, Fla., has. a family of -j!x-i teen brothers and not one-of them less fthan six tcct in height Chicago-Inter r j Ocean. I It is now quite common to give a j child the surname of its mother. This j is' a. good way to preserve two family i names. N. Y. Graphic. Thc'TSra't of Texas elects a Governor j ovrttr fourth" yi!ar, and'only four former iui-ttmbentsor the office areuow living; Messrs, Throckmorton,. Hubbard, Coke and .Roberts. Rev. W. Cowl, who .left a Method ist pulpit-7 near Pittsburgh to accept a call to the Third Unitarian" Ch'urch, cor ner Monroe-and Latlin streets. Chicago 4- nas been received again into the ruts-, burgh Conference. Pittsburgh Post. Tii'dtlaughter of Bayard Taylor has until recent lylweri nippbrting herself as a governess in New York. -She and her mother declined a purse of 30,000, raised by New York ladies on learning that Baxard Taylor died poor. N. Jr. Sun. - ' . Hugh .Barley, M. P., of .Manchester, Erig., whose death is announced, was the son of a cofton spinner, and always had a warm helut for his work people. During- the cotton famine he even, sold his carriage that he mighty be able to gif e greater assistance to the poor. The late Judge Black, writes'a cor respondent, had" his right arm broken in eleven pieces by a railroad accident in l.St8. and it never .afterwards was of much use to him. He learned to write with his left hand after he was sixty years of age. Chicago Tribune. Miss Catherine Wolf has built a "cottage'" at Newportrata-castof $500, 000, aud has had 150,000 worth of furniture carted" in to makeit comforta ble fora couple of' months -during th summer. Miss W-olf is mistress of her own heart and. a fortune of several mil lions therefore, a monopolist Where is he young man to destroy this mo nopoly. Chicago Inter Ocean. The venerable Charles R. Thorne, father of the Jate "leading man" in the Union Square Theater, New York, of Edwin - Thorne and of Mrs. Emily Chamberlain, was married lastweek in San Francisco to tho widow- of the late James Stark, the tragedian. Mr. Thorne is the hero of a romantic Uife. He has been-on the stage over .sity j'ears, and In his time "played many p"arjts iT. T. Times. . .. - -j., , ' ' The younger son of CJoy. Andrew, -J of Massachusetts, is"' at' w6rK"as re- I pairer and lineman -for the Pittsfield Telephone company. , He has spent.a ear in the factor-, and is now learning all the practical working of a telephone exchange, fitting himself for a responsi ble position in the eastern" part of the State. To don -old clothes and visit residences where in full dress he has at tended evening parties, requires a kind of nerve which ought to "make a suc ful telephone man. Boston -Journal. "A LITTLE NONSENSE. Handkerchief flirtations at the beach, are sea waves that arc not sad. Boston Star. . A fat and awkward billiard player is a ciio-cumber3onio specimen. 'Cincin nati Traveler. ' - "Good bye" in the telephone re minds one of autumn; it is the yell o' leave. Boston Bulletin. '.'What do you think of Fielding?" she asked young Mr. Tawmus. "Oh, it's important, of course,- but it won't avail anything without good battingl" Boston Post. Ahorsebalked with a man in Buffalo the other day, and he sat there in his buggy for nine hours before the animal moved on. He was a house painter, working by the day, and would have put in auother hour if necessary. De troit Free Press. "Can't understand this at all," said young Hvson; "can't understand it at all." "Well, tell it," said his partner. "Why, a whale, goes down below,doesn't it?" "Oh, yes." "And this magazine says it conies up to b'low, too. Now that's nonsense." But nobody would listen to him. Oil City Derrick." Idiocy of the weather topic: "Well, how do you like this weather. " inquired old man-Bamstable of Mrs. McBaker, who always .look on the dark side of things. "Don't like it at all," snapped that amiable virago. "Ah, don't, eh?" mildly replied old Barnstable, "er er how do you think you would like it if it suited you?" Texas, Silings. Mamie, having been helped twice to everything on the table, slid down, when the conWcame in, from her chair with a sigh. "There, now," said her mamma, I suppose you have eaten so much that you feel uni:omfortable." "Don't!" replied Mamie quickly, with a toss of her little head. "I just feel nice and smooth." Chicago Tribune. "What did you get out of that oase?" asked the old lawyer. "I got my client out of it," replied the young one. "And what did he get out of it?" "Satisfaction, I reckon. I didn't leave anything else for him to gut" "Young man,'" said the senior, proudly, "you'll never -be a Judge. There is not enough money on the bench for you." ix- diange. The wrong girl Girl In hamflaoek Ite&dihfr book Catches man lly hook or crook. .Qlrlin kitchen . Scrubbing: pan . .' .. Cannot RtDbbltt -Any man. JTen years later. Head in whirl. Wished he'd taki-u Kitchen girl. OU CUu Blizsara. "Good morning, Farmer Furrow," said the old deacon, as he leaned over the fence to have a friendly chat. "Mornin' deacon," nodded the farmer. "How Is that sick pig this morning?" "O, that's gittin' along right smart, I reckon," cheerfully replied the granger. "And how is the rest ot vour folks?" con tinued the deacon. The farmer said nothing, but reached down, picked up an overripe melon and firqd" it right at the deacon's head. "There!" he e'x claimed; "by the time yergit them 'ere seeds out o' yer ha'r you'll find out how my folks is." N. 11 Dairy. . An Electric Gun. CoIonel'Fosbery created a sensation at a lecture "he 'recently gave to an as sembly of officersj small-arm inventors and other experts at the Royal United Service Institute bv suddenly drawing from its- place of hiding, under the table, a wonderful new gun, which he had just brought from Liege. He called it a "baby elictric gun." It looked like a pretty carbine, but it had no mechanism and could not possibly go off until con nected up to the source of electric force. This done, it could, be fired. with amazing rapidity, 104 rounds having a few days before been fired from it by"its inventor, M. Pleper,' of Liege, in two minutes. Colonel Fosbery tired two rounds with infinitesimal powder charges. He had preared-himself by secreting under his vest a smaii circuit oi wire anu. puuin on a banderole, supporting what looke like a two ounce vial, but was in fact an electric accumulator, with sufficient stored up energy to discbarge 2,000 rounds. The cartridges were innocent looking mites and contained no detonat ing substances, nothing in fact but simple powder and a wad. The opinion was expressed by various speakers that the electric gurfmust onpe more revolu tionize the manufacture of small arms within a brief period. Electrical Jour nal. "Tfr""1"-------" .KAvrwARn. Dally Express TrJi& Ur Oiiml.a. Ci! (ago; KnM City. SI. Louli, and ail poiuti Eat, .Through can ia l'eoria to.Imilan apolis. .Klecwut Pullman I-aluor Crvs cti J Day caachea on all through trains, and Diuinj; Cur cor.t of Missouri Kivc-r. Thronch Tickets rt t'loTowcst Kutes baicnu:i vi l li chock.s! t destination. 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