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. VOLUME XXYn.STiiBER l2
COLUMBUS, NEBRASKA. WEDNESDAY. JULY 1, tm.
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LOYE NEVEE DIES.
(By Sirs. Julia Fairfax.!
HEN Gregstone
left Elmviile. ev
erybody was sor
ry for Mrs,. Greg
stone, in spite of
the fact that most
of the people had
blamed her viru
lently all during
the recent divorce
na 1 between her
and her husband.
Every man and woman in the pretty
Ijttle-town had been on actual or self
appointed witness against the easfcoff
wife, bat now that the newly-released"
husband had shaken the dust of Elm
viile from his feet and had set. his face
toward the vague place known as "the
.west," Elm ville began to notice how
'lonely poor airs. Gregstone really
looked. Some of the less forgiTiB
listed in laying all the persecuted "wo
man's sad looks and crushed manner
to the load of conscious guilt, which
the court and Mr. Greastone's wit
nesses had fastened forever upon her
SEf-uldTs. Bat oecp in a while there
. was found a wife or a widow who
shook her head doubtfully when slan
.dr's tongue wagged more sharply
than usual.
As for Mrs. Grezstone herself, she
lf;ed on in the little white house,
which she had bouzht before her mar
riage, waen Ehe had come from the
cast to teach in the Elm ville schools.
. Her mother had been with ber then.
. ict the next year after the daughter's
aamaie to Mr. Gregstone the sweet
faced little mother fell softly asleep
' and now that Mr. Gregstone had gone.
his widow crept oftener than ever out
js the t:uy graveyard on the elm-
. crowned hill, just up from the town.
The sharper-tongued gossips asserted
all this was done for effect, but a wet-
eyed yong mother, who had buried
her first-born baby just on the other
side of the wild-rose bush which
marked th farther boundary cf Mrs.
. Grer-stoaes little portion of God s acre.
,ls:me bach to the town one summer
.evening, vowing never again to help.
by word or tolerance of word, the dis
paragement of the deserted woman's
name.
She was sobbing there all alone
wL-pe I left" whisnered the ycun
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wife, as she was folded in her hus
boac's canforting arms, "and all at
ence .it seemed to me that I had no
cause at all te grieve for baby, for I
. bad yes to come back to and peer Mrs.
Gregstsae had ns one in all this whole.
wide werhi to care an atom wcether or
aot she ever came back. It was lone
some ant there in the graveyard for
the ekb was almost down but it seemed
to m that her face mean: that even
that was less aaful than her tiny, dark
httie house here in town "
Tfcxe- years went by and the senti
ment against th sad-mouthed, de
serted Kosan had moderated to the
dezttz ef an occasional sympathetic
smile. Bat th men of the town held
back from absolute withdrawal of their
wmfrjn.'jffrj. as a possible sword of
"Bsmeetes aJbovu sundry rebellious
WHY DID TOC COME HERE?
wives, while the women sniSed at her
. ss a creature teo unattractive and tact
Jess to retain the love or a faithful hns
gandl Mrb. Grezstaae seemed not to
" care very much fcr al! thir conTemp
bet spent her ua? amouz her flowers
tn the uny warden at the side of the
hGBse. liftinz up lilies and roses- in
spite ef the fact that man refused to
smile at her.
Then, one June morning Elm ville
' was stirred to its foundations by the
stnry that eM Father Gregstone. who
hadaccsmpaaiedhis son on his journey
rest, had suddesly died, with the last
reqaest that his body b brought back
to sleep in the little graveyard at Elm
viHe. And to add tc the wonderful
""tale,, the coa had recently taken to him
asof kflr wife, ami the whole town quiv
ered with expectancy at the advent of
Mrs. Grcgstsne No. . So one would
essiees ts having been the bearer of
"lie craei news to the first wife, but
there ""as an extra shade of pallor on
her ae. sweet face and she never
raised hcr eyes from th bed of pansies
she was weeding all momins lorg. nat-
. withstanding that a geedly portion of
the feminine papulation cf Elmvillt:
eemed 10 Lire especial errands pas
Sier tiny white cottage that day.
ilrs. Gregstone the arse did not 30
teyond her gate all day and the nct
prying eyes coaM net tell whether or
set she sat behind her tightly drawn
front cKrtains ta watch the ias: jour
Eey of her erstwhile ncsband's father.
". ShecoMn"t see the man whose name
she sail tore, however, ncr th woman
wh.6 new oceapied her cki place, so
psrhaps she was nat witching at alL
But ever? bGdy else ia Eimville saw
ia and neted how eld and careworn
their termer teltow-citizEn looked.
Bk wsh z'?y Icoked upon the new
.wife thy sohk way did no: wonder so
mch at Mr. Gregstoae s air of per
petual unrest. Fcr the strange wom
an's race, although beautiful, was a
petnlent. selfish one. which she seemed
bent en shewing to all the simple, hon
est people her husband used to know.
Elmviile was trustmg and innocent.
but a i ew of its women mere wise
enough to suspect the intense gold of
the new Mrs. Gregstcne's hair, and
there-was not a man in town but of
fered a silent, little prayer of gratitude
that he did not stand in poor, harassed
Gregstane's relation to this fretful,
imperious woman.
Trains out of Elmviile were rare, sc
that when the man wA wife came hack
from 'the graveyard at dusk, it was
found that they would have to wait
tin the following' mornias" before they
could leave agniu far t-eir western
home. A .score of Grestone's old
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friends and business associates called
upon him early that evening at the lit
tle hotel, bat he sent word back to
them that Mrs. Gregstone had one of
her terrible headaches and L" could
not leave her.
"Poor fellow," they sighed, sympa
thetically, and slipped back home, so
that by 10 o'clock the whole town was
asleep, there in its little shadowy nest
on the hillside, with the moonlight I
wasting its benign loveliness all un
seen by the eyes of men.
As the last light on the square was
extinguished, Mrs. Gregstone in the
little white cottage drew a great sigh
of relief. She had felt the merciless
eyes of her inquisitive townspeople
burn into her all day long, and the
strain had been so cruel that she felt a
few more hours of it would have found
Aer last bravery gone. Bat now it was
all over, so ese waawatching except
God Himself, aMa". ift spite Tall-tie .
blame .put veto, her by mas, Mr.
up airtsp of a white shawl, she fereflt
silently out into her garden, where the
blossoms swunz their worshiping cups
in the soft summer-night breeee, like
fragrant censers swaying in silent
adoration before the throne of the per
fect night From the long, straight
bed by the gate, where the maples
threw half the path in a still, black
shadow, there came the sweet breath
of her lilies, and she knelt among
them, bending her tear-wet face in
grateful love among their waxen petals
and dark, cool leaves. How long she
was there s5e did not know, but all at
once she heard her name spoken soft
ly, timidly, pleadingly, by some one
just beyond the low gate. At the sound
of that voice, that dear. preclon3
voice, that voice, than which there
was nothing in all the world for which
she hungered more that night, she
lifted her eyes and looked, straight up
into the beloved face of the man who
had voluntarily put her away and
taken another in her place.
The deep linea about his mouth, the
hopeless, haunted look in his eyes, the
silver of his hair, as he stood uncov
ered in the moonlight, struck to her
heart with an icy terror. And yet
and yet, if she the other one had
been the cause of this
"Ellen T" he repeated, gently.
"I am coming." was all she sid,
as she rose from her knees and started
toward him Then, just as he touched
her outstrefhed hands she bethought
herself and locked her poor, cold fin
gers behind, as she cried:
"Why did you come here? It is no:
right for either of us."
"I know it. and I did not mean tc
when I slipped away from from her.
But when I found myself on the old
street again I could not keep from on
more glimpse of the dear little house.
I meant to pass on the other side, but
the odor of your lilies the same sweet
lilies you used to love drew me across
for one stolen, closer view, and I did
not expect to see you. When I did, I
lost all courage, and here I am."
Still she stood, slender and pale, with
her nails biting into her quivering
palms. But she could not answer him.
although he saw all her soul lying open
and yearning in her sweet, sad eyes.
"Ellen." he asked at last, "you know
and I know that others would con
demn us forever, but others need not
know what I am going to ask. "Will
you kiss me just once again, for the
last time and forever?"
Her heart stopped, then with a sud
den start that sent the blood into her
cold, white cheeks, she sprung toward
him. and felt again the dear old pres
sure of his hands as he crumpled her
fingers between his palms. Then he
bent toward her and kissed her, once,
twice, thrice, till she finally moaned
out-
"Don'f I beg of you. don't' Help
me to be brave. .1 have no right to
you. fcr you are hers."
"I have other kisses for her. Ellen
cold, perfunctory kisses, where my
love never is. But to you goes all my
soul, now and forever more."
Then he released her and she crept
back into her still, lonely, dark, little
house. But her face shone with a ra
diance which never quite left it after
ward and she sobbed softly to herself.
"I know God will never forgive me.
fcr I shall never truly repent me of it
But the knowledge that he loves me.
even though she is his wife, will keep
me glad forever, in spite cf the awful
ness of the sin there is in me."
Heartt anii ltctna-
The bacteriology of the beard has not
yet so far as we are aware, been ex
haustively studied; this might be a
new world for one of our young Alex
anders of pathology to conquer. That
it is possible that disease can be car
ried in the manner suggested will
hardly be denied, but we cannot say
that we think the danger so great that
doctors need sacrifice their beards on
the altar of hygiene. Most will think
even the careful sterilization of the
beard on leaving a sick-room a counsel
of perfection. If the scrupulous hy
gienist thinks such a precaution neces
sary he should be consistent and insist
on doctors shaving their heads and
ven their eyebrows. How would our
professional sisters like this? To live
in the odcr of antiseptic sanctity we
should, after due purification, clothe
ourselves in cotton wool, wrap our
heads in sterilized gauze and go about
like veiled prophets of Khorassan.
British Medical JoumaL
Historians knew that m all persecu
tions religion has been a pretense, but
in truth it has been politics. The atro
cities of Armenia are ascribed to re
ligious difficulties, but the truth lies
in political ambitions, political aspira
tions and machinations. Rabbi Hirsch.
IH9erar.
Mangled Party (slowly picking him
self up from the foot cf the stairway)
I thought you said that editor up
stairs was one-armed T
Office Boy (who had waited to see the
fun) No. I didn't- I said he was un
armed." Cleveland Plain Dealer
Oaly Omw Place.
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one place I know cf where this bam.!
company can escape a frost. Second I
Eam-atormer Where s that" First
Bara-Sromver In purgatory. Tra
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THE FATAL STAR.
t"oarth of Jalv Starr.
T is Fourth of July
I in San Francisco.
The clear, blue sky,
Lke a mammoth
bowl ci from one
grat turquois and
turynej over he
town, is a back
ground for thou
sands of flags fioat-
n from the root
of public buildings .
and windows of private patriots.
All
thP fia srp fair. Everything is on a
large scale in California, tne truit uia...
is exposed for sale, the great roses that
enamored youths are buying for their
adored cues. The children are playing
in the streets with mighty torpedoes,
that naks an exnlosion calculated to
deafen one. Large men. with ample
ladies on their arms, may be seen in
everv direction. Immense baskets are
being borne to the doors ot tneir cus-
mnon hv -rnrers. butchers and con-
fectioners. Immense suppers are to be
given tonight, and many happy returns
Of the glorious Fourth will be drunk
in rivers of champagne. Everything
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is on a large scale but the Chinese,
whose small figures and alert move
ments are in marked contrast to the
bulk and size of everything else on
which the eye falls. ,
Yet little Washy-Washy balances on
his head a clothes-basket that would ;
serve him for a cradle, or in his kitchen
for he is a favorite cook with Cali
fornia housewives stirs a pot in which
he might easily be boiled himself.
In the arms of San Francisco sleeps
Chinatown, the curious offspring of old
China, of which Americans think that
they know all that is to be known be- 1
cause they can visit the shops and go
into all the strange places, and. if they
are in the humor, make themselves '
sick with an opium-pipe among opium
smoking Chinamen.
Lin Ham is an ordinary dealer. He t
keeps no shop. He executes orders for ,
th1 favored few In each he puts a
surprise an invention for the day. His I
are the curious boats, all made cf col
ored fire, moving on the water, appar- ;
ently by means of a stream of fire at !
' the stem, manned by little men in blue
and gold and crimson, and all going
; off in a wonderful flash and whiz and
sputter at last. His are those cylinders
which, rising into the air. discharge
wonderful sprays and stars and jewels
skyward, while at the same time fiery
little acrobats let themselves earth
ward by golden ropes and only vanish
. as they touch the ground. His was the
, great green dragon that coiled and
darted moonward. and wrote "July"
1 across the sky before it changed into
the Sag of our nation, which every one
so admired last Independence Day.
. At present something that smells
very curiously is smoking and steam
ing in queer fashion, in what looks like
a little furnace, and Lin Ham. while
still busy with his hands, twists his
head about and blinks up into the face
of a tall man in a curious, theatrical
' costume, who stands with his bare arms
folded on his chest, and looks down, up-
t on him. The man wants Lin Ham to (
' invent a fatal trick.
, "Such things are enstly," he says. "I
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BLINKS UP AT THE FACE QF A
TALL MAN.
do not say that I have anything of the
sort, but if I had, you would not buy
them, Min Toko."
They are speaking in Chinese, fcr
Min Toko, though not a child of Chin
ese parents, has been brought up by
them. You i- believe the story that
his father was a Sussian and his
I mother a aartar wnen you
look 'at
A little Chinese baatwamaa took him
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nursed him with her own, somewhere
near those quarters where there are
English warehouses and the barbarian
comes to traffic in tea and porcelain.
,-. he 5 played and swam
about with her own. and early in hfe
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boyhood came to San Francisco. There
he dwelt in Chinatown, and became re
nowned amongst the showmen of San
Franciso for his acrobatic feats. To-
night he is engaged to assist in a per- '
formance on the lawn before the man- 1
j sion of Benson BiashfielJ, Esq. Mr. ,
1 BlashfieM will have fireworks and
j a great supper, the crowning fea
t ture of which will be tne feats of
MIn Toko. who. amongst other things 1
1 throws a rope into the air. where it is
! caught by some unseen power, sends a
I kitten up its length until -it vanishes ,'
from sight, sends a monkpy to find it,
follows himself and draws tne rope up
after him. and tea miaates after is
heard calling from th-? inside of a .
i lacquered box to be lot cut, ana
! ere -ne j indeed, coiled up like a
, g serpent Oh. there is nothing
iIm x0i0 cannot do. anj no one ever
j discovers how he does anything.
Now he laughs.
"I know you have what I want, or
can make it in a twinkling,. Lin Ham,"
he answers.
As for moaey, 1 am rich-
t er t- you think.
Name your pric
I ha'.'e told yea what I wart to kill a
j without a knife nr a blow or
poison tc kill hrm so that it seems to
j te .;.--.. hy rhJi-im! jnf Vr.:n- an 'hnr nn
. a:iD eail suspect me."
I "is he a Chinaman"" asks Lin Ham.
"He is an Amer.can." said Mm Toko.
I "He has taken the woman I love from
1 me. This rich man. to whose house 1
I go to-night, has a daughter. I love her.
You grin: Why not? I am hand
some: I am no Chinaman: I am famous;
I am a favorite with the ladies, and
she smiled on me. You grin again!
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Of course, the rich man would say no.
I did not mean to ask the rich man.
If she loved me, that was enough. I
could spirit her away where they would
never find ns. That is what I mean to
do."
"You are mad!" says Lin Ham,
"No," says the acrobat "She could
be won. She can be still, if I can kill
this man."
"Do you
mean her fatner?'
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Lin Ham. I
"No. To-night they celebrate her '
marriage." said the acrobat "To-mor- !
row the bridegroom will take her away. '
To-night I must kill him. She will be '
a widow for awhile: afterward, mine."
"It is the dream of a madman," says
Lin Ham.
"Does i: matter to yea?" asks the '
acrobat "I know that it was you who
made the toy the rich tea merchant
gave to his wife when he lound she
was false to him. The little bird that
perched en her wrist and sang and bit
her fingers like a real bird, and of the
bite she died. I know it was you
who "
"No more reminiscences!" cries Lin
Ham. "I admit that I have another toy '
that, with a slight addition. I conld
make in ten minutes wuld wipe your
rival cut of existence. 3ut cf what
avail would it be? Rich American '
ladies do not marry such a? you. Her
relatives would kill you if you touched
hr hand."
"I hav kissed it thrice when we
were ?Iore." says Min TcV:o. "Yes. I
have kissed her hands ;hrcF times
The next time it should have been
her mouth. Let me kill this bride
rrcom so that she cannot suspect me.
ti5.m Sat"?' T T.rI3BKBE
v'-vVxer
and it shall be yet. Look He thrusts t of pet amongst the Califomian3 be
bis hand into the bosom cf his tunic fore whom he has performed, and he has
and draws forth a pouch. "Seer he had opportunities to speak a few words
whispers, piling bank notes before Lin , to her and. as he said, to kiss her hand
Ham. "How much for that toy: thrice. To-night she feels that sh
ine e.es o. tne 01a man glitter. He ,
gamers up tne neap in his claw-like
hands, and says, slowly.
"This sum makes me have enough
with which to return to China and live
there happy fcr the rest of my life.
After alL what does one more dead bar
barian matter? Bat I will tell you
this: Unless you can make your rival
take the toy in his own hands., it is use
less. "I can manage that,"' tiy. Toko re-
plies.
The old Chinese gaes to a little -ecess
in the room, before which hangs a
beaded screen, and comes back, ncld--inz
in his hand a curious: kite. I
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"You fly it like any other kite," he ex
plains. "When at ltd full length, you
begin to call: 'Come down, butterfly!'
A butterfly descends the cord and dies
away. 'Follow rose!' you say. A rose
glides down the string and drops to
ashes. 'Come down, pretty mouse!' you
call next The mouse descends and
runs up your shoulder and is sane
Then you call for a blue bird, nr a
white bird, for a red bird, for a ypllow
bird, a green bird. Thus it might rnu
with the applause of the people. Bui
let me work upon this kite ten minu.es
longer and add one trifle more, and
then there will be something else to see
Then you may call aloud. 'Come to mo
out of the sky. bright star. And far
ibove you you may fee a star .nine,
bright as any in the heavens. At tnis
moment he wham you wish to kill
must hold the cord, for that star brings
tieath As it touches the man's breast
life departs from him. Mark me well,
the other things that m come down the
cord are innocent as drops of dew.
' The star is fataL"
"I understand, replies Min Toko.
"'Hasten with your work, Lin Ham."
A little later the old Chinese puts in
to the hands of the younger man a pa
per box covered with shininjr roses,, but-,
terflies and"lnrds7ahdrsays to him:
Min Toko, the great performer, you
have bought of me a pretty kite, which
brings down from heaven the birds of
the air, and the flowers the spirits
pluck. For all I know, you may coax
the stars down its cord also. It is well
made. If any accident happens, that
is the fault of others, not mine. I am
not responsible."
"I absolve you from all responsibility.
Lin Ham." replies Min Toko.
He throws about him a cloak that
covers his theatrical costume, and
carries the box downstairs, where a
carriage containing the parapher
nalia used in his exhibition awaits
him. and is driven to Mr. Blashfieid's
residence There they celebrate not
only the glorious Fourth but a wed
ding. Early in the evening, the rich man's
daughter. Rosabel Blashfield. had
been married to Mr. Arthur Ware, the
son of another California magnate.
There has been the usual reception, thp
usual display of gorgeous presents, a
fine band has been playing, professional
dancers have done their part; now they
are ready for Min Toko and his per-
' formances.
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Fno whole lawn Is flooded with clec-
' trie light and. in mighty tents, all
I Jpcorated with roses, they are setting j
1 forth a feast The bride and bridegroom
sit open a sort of throne that seems (
! made cf orange blossoms. Tiers of J
I seats, occupied by people in evening ,
j dress, surround the lawn, leaving an
I irehway through which the performers i
! enter It is opposite the bridal-throne.
I and, as Min Toko passes through, bew
j ing and smiling, his eyes meet those
j of the bride, and he seems to give her
special zTPStinz.
Standing in the midst of the circle,
he begins to gather, from heaven
knows where, white roses, of which he
makes a mighty ball. how. no one can
guess. This h1 throws toward the
throt". As it floats in the air it- opens
and forth flies a little pink Cupid, who
flings kisses abroad and flies skyward
and is gene. Thunders of applause fol
low this compliment to the bride, and
tten the Uttle boy-ln-waiting on Min
Toko brings in th chairs, the tables.
the fans, the
show begins
rands, the boxes and the
It is sufficient to say
that the man seems to be able to over
ccme the laws of gravitation, to stand j
upen nothing, to fold himself up like a 1
foot-rule, to put himself away in spires
that seem impossible: and to do all this
gracefully, with beautiful accessories.
The bride's eyes never leave him.
Min Toko did not boast falsely. Though
his pcsiticn and residence in China
town reprr. to her to place him as far
bereith her as thouzh she were an
empress an i he a serf, she has always
aimired him intensely, and she know.?
that he is in love with her. She has
cften wished that he were of her race
and kind. He has ben made a sort
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bids him adieu and to-nizht he fascia-
ates her strangely.
When at last, as usuaL he inquires
if any two of the audience will assist
him in some closing performances,
she whispers to her bridegroom:
"Come. Arthur. let us go.
And the young man replies.
"Awfully bad form; hut if you wish
it, of coursp."
It iq a look that Min Toko has given
her that makes her do thi3 thing, and
the bridegroom hands her aown into
the center of the lawn, and they three
stand together there.
"WHl ycu be pleased to help me fly
ti- i;. :" Mi Tdhd ts thai
I tnu tap, air. jhi3 -m o.u-r , -.
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thing we know oL "See, this is how"
The kit 4art upward swiftly ia a
moment Its bf Allast breast is no
longer vfeible. Only a loag copper
colored cord shammers in the air tram
Mis Toko'a band moonward.
"Come to me all yo butterflies r he
cries; "Cornel Com And dawn the
cord sweep a myriad butter! ies and
cover the performer's bosom and van
ish. "Little moaseT he cries. "Come,
little mouse!" and whistles ecuisitely.
And the little gray mouse creeps ??.
sits on his shoulder and is gone. "And
now, sir," Min Toko says, with a bow
tc the groom and a smile to the bride,
"if you like job may call a blue bird
and a white bird, a red bird, a yellow
bird, a green bird, and aftef that oae at
the stars from heaven." And he pt
the cord into the bridegroom's hand,
who call loudly:
"Here, you blue bird, come if you
can!" And tar is a blue bird aad.
amidst shouts of merriment, and while
the bride claps her little palms and
showers smiles about her, the birds of
all colors come down.
The green bird has arrived and dis
appeared, when suddenly the bride puis
forth her hand playfully and snatches
th-3 cord from the bridegroom's hand.
"You shan't have all ths fan," she
says, with a pretty pout "I intend to
call the star down myself. Ah, how the
cord pulls' No, you shan't touch It 1
will do it alone. What io you say, Min
Toko? 'Brightest star cf head's come
to me!' Is that right?"
She beams on him and lifts her sweet,
shrill voice and calls aloud, and far up
in the sky appears a great diamond
star, that shimmers and glows as it
comes earthward. And, with one wild
j spring, Min Tckc snatches the cord
1 from the bride's hand, saying some-
thing that she only hears as he does so,
and pushing her fiercely from him so
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falls into ner Bridegroom's
that she
arms.
Then the star is upon Min Toko's
brsast and he lies upon the ground, and
the gaudy kite flutters down and lies
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him see that he L dead, tvih the
fear-
fui bum af electricity upon his bosom
The kite must have atraced it. they
say. Plainly, when he snatched it from
the bride's hand, he saw that there was
danger. Poor fellow! How brave! How
nobler
There are no more festivities thar
night of course no feast, no fireworks
All night the bride weeps bitterly
and when, in the morning, her bride
groom bears her away, she is still
broken-hearted.
The words that Min Toko whispered
as he snatched the fatal cord from her
are still ringing in her ears. She wil'
never repeat them to any one. but she
can never forget them. They were
'Adieu. my love
I die for you:
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A GENTLEMAN OF
7S.
He cut a gallant figure
In bonnie buff and blue:
A goodly sight his buckles bright.
And primly powdered queue!
A more courageous quester
Ne'er served Sultan nor Shah
Thin he. my brave ancestor.
My great-great-grandpapa!
And then in his elation
Did my forefather gay
Speak out the word he'd long deferred
For fear she'd say him "Nay;"
And when he 3aw how tender
Within her eyes the light.
He cried "In your surrender
I read we win the fight!'
And when the freedom-paean
Swept, surgelike, through the dells
A mighty clang whose echoes rang
From Philadelphia bells
Loud from a stern old steeple
He hurled the proud hurrah.
The joy-peal to the people.
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Sak'fJ-S
1 My great-great-grandpapa.
I He held the brutal Briton
' A "thing" beneath his scorn;
I A tory he conceived to be
j The basest caitiff bom:
! And no a neighbor wondered
He Icoked upon them so
Fcrsccth. that was one hundred
And twenty vears ago
How true ths happy presage!
In faith, how leal and true
Thy whole long life a lave and strife.
Thou saint in buff and blue!
Beyond all touch of travail.
With great-great-grandmamma.
Now needing time, slips by in rhyme
. For great-srreat-grandpapa!
"CLINTON SCOLLARD.
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A FRONTIER MYSTERV.
fK Goorf-Lonkiax Woi
, Shoe Ksai
Jack
One afte"rocn the train brought into
Ellsworth a qner passenger, says the
Detroit Free Prestf. It wasn't so queer
i that she was a woman, trot that she
ffu all alone and evidently a perfect
lady. There was never a more lawless
young city. Human life was the cheap-;
est thing in it. The Terror was su
preme. He killed right md left and
was killed In return. Along a street
not over half a mile, long you might
ceuat from four to ten dead men of a
morning. The wounded were not
counted tke dead counted only by the
aard-ap tenderfoots who dug their shal
low graves at J4 each. The little vzov
an was not an army o ulcer's wife. She
couldn't have come intending to take
ap her residence in a shanty or dugout-
Some of those who looked into the
oarn-Iike waiting room of the depot
aad uw her sittsac tlwreaaid thatshe
had got confused in traveling aad
taken a wrong train. She made no in
quiries and it was half an hour before
any one addressed her. Then the ticket
agent Inquired if she expected any one
to meet her.
"No. I'm not expecting any one,' she
replied. "I shall probably go east on
the next train. Do you know a man
here who calls himself 'Kansas Jack?
"Yes'm. He's boss of the town just
now. He killed a" man a few hours ago.
Kansas Jack is what we call a holy .
terror out this way." '
"He has killed several men? 1
"A full dozen, I guess." I
"I want to see him. Where do you '
think I could find him?"
"Why, ma'am, I'll send far him to
came down here. Sure it's Kansas Jack
you want to see?" ;
"Yes. I will be very much obliged to
you."
The agent sent a boy out" to hunt up
the Terror and tell him what was
wanted. The little woman stood at a
window fronting the street and saw
the man as he came swaggering along. '
Xot a hundred feet from the depot he
nilllprf hf-a tnm m lira nn n man Stailll-
; ing in a saloon door, but the threatened
man dodzed too nuicklv. The Terror
nU.. TaT-i-rsT
kicked open the dcor with an oath and
glared around in search of the woman. t
She left her place at the window,
walked straight up to him. and. look- (
ing him full in the face, she put a pis- .
tol to his heart and shot him dead. He :
fell backward at full length and never
uttered a groan nor moved a limb. The
woman waited a moment pistol held
ready for another shot, and when she
saw that he was dead she went away
and sat down. They dragged Jack's
body outdoors and hauled it off for
bunal. but no one disturbed her. Forty
minutes after the shooting the east
bound train came along and she got
aboard, and that was the last seen of
her. The wooden head-board placed at
, - - " - a. T.. jfc..T t H - irilhi'":.!"-'- frji-.i.i-m
rudely carved by some friend:
Here Lies
KANSAS JACK.
34 years old.
He was shot plumb-center by a
cussed good-Iookins woman.
GONE TO HEAVEN:
Christianity.
Christianity is not merely to make
us happy hereafter, but to make us
live divinely here and now. lifting up
our bodies and our divine souls out of
their degradation and sin and sorrow,
yesterday, to-day and to-morrow.
Bishop Davis Sessums.
Xot a Hiuk-t Ber.
"Yes," they remarked, "she has a bee
in her bonnet." The woman politician
sneered.
"It must look horrid," she said. "I
should think she would have a bird, or
at least a wing." Detroit Tribune.
Snprtition.
Superstition has no place in God's re
ligion of this age. All the power of
working miracles that ever was on earth
is on earth now. Rev. J. E. Roberts.
CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR.
President Francis E. Clark Is now
in Mexico, where he has gone to at- 1
tend the Mexican National convention. I
He will return In season fcr the Wash- j
j ington convention.
j The Christian Endeavcrers of the
Melville Presbyterian church. Mon
! treal. Cait. are in the habit of sending
I bundles of good literature to a country
! minister who uses them In his itiner
ant preaching.
The spirit in which the Christian
Endeavor pledge is fulfilled, is man
feststl by a striking incident reported
by the pastor of th young woman can-
' cerned. She had been, an active Chris-
1 tian Endeavorer for two years whn
ha was stricken with fever anu a
so that she could read portion ro
it a-h Uj. "Fcr. said 3he. "I wish
to be faithful to my pide to the very
end of my life.
There is a Chirstian Endeavorer in
the west who is z railroad conductar.
In his train, he na. placed a paper raok
which he keeps -applied with religiGUs
literature. These papers have afforded
him an opportunity for personal work
with the passengers. Fellow-workmen ,
and a number of passengers including
several traveling salesmen, have been
j led into the btttr life. All bu- on"
1 cf the members 0? th-? crew on this
j train are Christians ar" among fiem
i is a male quartitt-i Wei! the train
. is waiting fcr criers at -tatijns the
i men have gospel son-r cervices, which
many persons ga'hr to hear.
' Some Colorado Springs. Cole-, En-
deavcrers went tc the circus the other
' day But they took the gospel with ,
' them and left the circus a purer, sweet-
i or nlftrc iffor then nari r?pnnrt?d Se-
ing that no effort was being made for
the spiritual welfare of the men con-
nected with the circus, some-two hun- j
dred Endeavarers gathered with a
gospel "Sagon at the circus grounds af
ter the close cf the church services one f
Sunday. The meeting which was large
and spiritual, resulted in some, thirty
persons expressing the desire to lead
the tetter life. All the New Testa-!
ments in town were purchased by the
Endeavorers the next morning and dis
tributed among the men who received
them gladly.
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