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May 4. 1002.
The Illustrated Bee.
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CLIPS STERLING MORTON will
lie remembered by the generation
who worked with film to make n
slate mil of n wilderness for
ninny reasons. 1 1 1 h Indomitable
courage, IiIh unswerving n rsrvi ranee nnd
his unfailing Inynlly to whatever cause he
espoused mailp him n prominent figure so
cially, pipllllrally nml commercially. Fu
ture Return' Ions will remember him as the
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rewnnl was great. Few men have ever
been honored while yet living by having
their birthday declared a public holiday, yet
Mr. Morton lived to Rpe his Idea become a
national Idea and his home state adopt his
natal day as the annual date for Arbor day.
Many eulogies have been pp iken over this
dead Nebraekan, but none so eloquent as
that rustle uf the leavis In Hummer winds
that Rtlr the boughs of beautiful treen,
where woods there were none before the
Sage of Arbor Ixulgo adopted his motto,
"1'lnnt Tries." Spring, rummer, fall and
winter, throughout the seasons round ths
yenr, with swelling bud and burning blo
Riim, with ripened fruit or naked branches,
the trees will how their heads and In the
breezes murmur a perpetual requiem to
him who loved them so well.
Two hundred thousand dollars does not
look very big as a fire Iocs when set down
alongside of the figures of ronflagratl ms
that have gone down Into history, yet It 1
quite large enough to satisfy the citizens
of lied Oak. When they look nt the black
ened wal's that remain on the south Hide of
the "square" where stood a row of busl-
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Mr C. C. tissell. President. Mr. A. 1,. Mlekel. Dlreetor. Mr. J. W. Jpnnlnss, Presiding KMer. Mr. Wlllafd U
Noyes, Third Vice 1'resldent. Mr. K. F. Hooker, Fourth Vice President.
Miss Jennie F. Ilerry, Secretary. Mistress F.dlth Cory, Treasurer. Miss Lulu M. Mllllmnn, Second Vice President.
Miss Marie E. Wilcox, First Vice President.
OFFICERS OF OMAHA DISTRICT EPWORTH LEAGUE.
EUOENE F. WARE, NEW PENSION COM
MISSIONER.
"Father of Arlwir Pay." In Nebraska his
memory Is fixed In this respect, for the taw
of the state makes hln birthday a holiday,
to bo observed by the plant Ing of trees.
Tree planting was more than a hobby with
Mr. Morton. He bellevi d In It and prac
ticed It for utilitarian rather lhan senti
mental reasons To be Fiire, hn sought
as far a possible to blend the beautiful
with the useful, but It was certainly the
prnctleal aide which appealed to him flr.it
and foremost. He did not prcfess to b
a farmer, but he wns able to see the value
of tree planting to thp farmer of a prairie
stale. He made other suggestions of a
practical nature to the husbandmen of Ne
braska, but to rone did he held with the
same pertinacity that marked his advo
cacy of nborlculture. Thl ho taught by
practice as well as by precept. And his
CONGRESSMEN NEW LAN PS AND MON
PELL, THE IRRIGATION ROOSTERS.
ncss buildings they do not require the
presence of statistics In order to assure
them that recen'ly that part of town was
the scene of right smart of a blaze. R-d
Onk has b ng been known for the push and
pluck of its citizens, and while the 1-iss Ii
a severe one It Is by no means a rrlpp'lng
blnw. Ilefore the embers had ceased glow
ing plans for rebuilding were under way
nnd the nutumnal skies will shine over a
Red Onk from wh'rh all vestige cf a de
s'nftlve Are hns Iccn removed. It Is thp
spirit which hns made the west that ani
mates the citizens of Rd Oak.
Irrigntlen hns been presented to th" peo
ple of the east during the present selon
of congress In n light entirely n"w. Here
tofore the word has been pmnclvel wl h
arid wastes, nnd other untovelv tMni's.
Onre It was nsscrti d In some p-rts ef the
east that Irrigation was only a scheme ti
secure money from thp government In order
to provide additional competition for the
farmers where Irrigation Is unnecesjnry.
Fate Is usually Ironical nnd was never
mere so than Just now, when the Rnpply of
fcod Bluff Is running short nnd prices nro
going sky high. Those who only n little
while ago trembled before th- bugaboo of
overproduction are now suppliant before
an actual condition of shortage In crops.
No more forcible Illustration of the need of
more farming land and better methods In
farming could have been afforded. Discus
sion baa broadened the view of many who
did not understand the conditions, and ir
rigation now means to eastern people a
great comprehensive system of water stor
age, conservation and distribution, to the
end that some sundry millions of ares
mny bo added to the nrable area of the
I'nltfd States and their ustifrirt go to swell
the tctnl of the wcr'd's food supply. Two
western men who hnve nlded In bringing
about this change of public opinion In the
east, and who have worked togi thcr wph a
view to securing action by the general gov
ernment on a matter so vital to all the
people are Represpnta-Ives Mnndell of
Wyoming and New-lands of Nevada, te one
a republican nnd the other a democrat, but
united on this Issue. Mr. Newlamhi Is the
author of a comprehensive irrigation Mil.
which Mr. Menlell reported favorably from
the committee nnd which will be the basis
of any Irrigation legislation that may b--adopted
by the present enngr ss. and gen
eral report has It that prospects for some
legislation are very bright.
Eugene F. Ware, the new commissioner
of pensions, may have been never so bright
ns a lawyer; he may have brilliantly con
ducted mnny a case; as an editor he may
have written articles pregnant with deep
th-mrht or scintillating with witty argu
ment rr Ironical opposition, but none of
these things Is remembered for him. Peo
ple are now being reminded that he wrote
an ode to a "brass-eyed bird pup," an
epic on a poker game and a Rong of a wash
erwoman. Scarcely one man In a hundred
had heard of "lrohquill" nnd even fewer
knew the title of his various verses. Of a
sudden on his appointment there has been
loosed a fiend of stuff to read which (lie
would think Mr. Ware's name Is a house
hold word, that his songs had superseded
Mother Cioose's as nursery ditties and that
his chief end In life is to grind out metrical
drivel. As a matter of fact, Mr. Ware Is
a hard-working lawyer, whoe adventures ns
a poetaster have been limited and merely
serve to pass the very few Idle hours that
have been his since In the early '60s he
left the army and entered Journalism ns a
reporter on the Burlington Hawkeye. He
was born In 1S-I1 In Hartford, Conn., com
ing from Puritan slock. While yet a lad
his parents took him to Rurllngton, la.,
where he enlisted In answer to Lincoln's
first cnll for troops. He served five years
In the army and one year on the Hawkeye,
g'ing to Kansas In 1S67. Frontier Journal
Ism and the study of law engrossed his
time and In 1871 he was admitted to the
bar. In 1871 he was married. He has won
high distinction at the bar, being a mem
ber of one of the most prominent Kansas
Prn's of attorneys nnd having an extensive
practice in both state and federal courts.
His wife and family, ccnslstlng of one son
and three daughters, will accompany him
to Washington.
From the day of rentecoBt until now
men and women have been going forth with
the mesago of Christianity, carrying the
doctrines of the gentle Nazarene Into all
quarters of the world. Much has been
said and written of them, but not all has
Len told, nor Is it likely all will be known
until that day when the great book of
Judgment Is opened and rend. Modern
missionary effort does not require the' sac
rifice that was necessary even a few years
esistance of the ,
t prospect Is no
incut fur seckcr
of pn of isu
Gleanings from the Story Tellers' Pack
IN ONE of the Philadelphia col
leges a professor of chemistry
asked a student the other day:
"Now, suppose you were called
to a patient who had swallowed a
heavy dose of oxalic acid, what would you
administer?"
"I would administer the sacrament," re
plied the student, who, by the way, is said
to be studying for the ministry, nnd takes
chemistry because It Is obligatory.
After dinner one very disagreeable night
last week, relates the New York Post, a
certain Madison avenue physician, looking
from his ofnee window and seeing the rain
bent against the glass, decided that he
would have a quiet, uninterrupted evening
at home. He was soon In his house coat,
a novel In his hand nnd tobacco smoke waa
curling around him. About 10 o'clock some
one rang the doorbell.
"The doctor Is wanted right away at "
began the caller.
"Ho can't go, sir," answered the servant
quickly. "He left word that he was not
well and that unless It was a case of life
or death he would not venture out."
"Well, you tell him hp must come over;
we need him to pit In a poker game."
"(h. you're Mr. II , are you? Step In,
pbase, and I'll see."
A minute later the servant reappeared
with: "The doctor says he'll lie right
over."
She was a bright young teacher, in charge
of a bright young class, composed cf many
foreign children, report the New York
Telegram. To Increase their vocabulary
he had hit on a guessing game. She told
the class of what she waa thinking an I
they named the object.
This time she had thought of the word
birthday, and the lesson went on In thl-i
fashion:
"Now. little fdks. I'm thinking, ef some
thing ycu all have. You dnn't have It very
often, Just once every year. Even I have
one. What Ii it? I'll give you a mlnu'e to
think and when you are sure you know
raise your hand "
Hands began to g i up rapidly.
"My," asld this bright young teacher. ' I
really think I have the best little folks In
all this big school. They all think ai fast,
and I knew they are thinking of the vry
thlim I thought. I'm going to lit Morr'a
tcll. I'm sure he knows."
Morris rcse to his feet, stood In the ais'e
In true military pcslilen nnd like a shit
from a gun. In response to the teacher's:
"Tell us what It Is, Morris," came th"
r ndy nnswer:
"A clean undershirt, 'earlier."
Congressman Amos J. Cummlngs of New
York Is an industrious man and some time
ago found that devotion to both his of
ficial duties and his literary occupations
had "run him down." Thinking to recu
perate by a few days' rest, he went to the
most fashionable hotel at one of the south
ern winter resorts. A letter of Introduc
tion to the manager of the establishment
brought a hearty welcome and "the best
In the house." Put his appreciation was
rather diminished by the unexpected size
f the bill.
As he was leaving Cummlngs stopped at
the hotel news stand to get some papers.
The pretty young woman attendant railed
his attention to a showcas filled with
fancy t rifles anil said sweetly.
"Congressman, deu't ycu want a sou
venir?" "What fur?" askrd Mr. Cummlngs rather
gruffly.
"Why, to serve as a reminder of this
place," she sail.
"Humph!" replied Mr. Cummlngs. look
ing ruefully nt his receipted hotel bill. "I
don't want to remember It. If you have
any souvenirs there that will make me for
get It I'll buy one."
After the last cf the Rev. Dr. Talmage't
Prooklyn churches had hen destroyed by
fire, relates the New York Times, he started
to preach In the old Fourteenth Street
Academy of Music, In New York City, and
there became well acquainted with Ed Oil
more, the manager. Mr. Ollmore's rever
ence U not his strongest charaeterls c, so
It was quite like him to say:
' Ixiok here, Talmage, tell me why It Is
that the Almighty rermits your churches ti
burn up every little while, but never lets
the flames get to a let of dive and rum
shops?"
"I'll answer that question after I get up
there," replied Pr. Talmuge, pointing
solemnly heavenward.
"Oh." snapped Mr. Ollmore. "Well, It
Is not a 100-to-l shot that you are go ng
to get there."
Pr. Talmage made no reply, but meet ng
Mr. Ollmore the next Sunday, he am I'd
and asked:
"Say, Ed, have the odds changed yet?"
The house cloakroom was In session on
"the colored brother" and the southern
members were telling stories of their ex
periences with him, relates the New York
World.
"There was a campaign for mayor some
years ago In Charlotte," said Representa
tive KluU of North Carolina, "and there
were two democratic candidates. One of
them waa a fine old colonel of the true
southern type. As there were two candi
dates from the same party much depended
on the colored vote.
"The colonel one morning was accosted
by an aged darky. 'Ran, ran you lend
me a quarter?" asked the latter.
"'flood morning, my friend,' said the
colonel, graciously, as ho pulled out hla
pocketbook. 'How would a half-dollar do?"
"The darky was delighted. 'What ward
do you vote In?' added the colonel.
" 'Peed, boss, I doan' vote in no ward;
I live out yander In de country.'
" 'What do you mean by accosting a gen
tleman on the street?' roared the colonel,
putting the half-dollar bark In his pocket
and stamping away."
When the Seventh Illinois Infantry wns
part of the volunteer army In 1898, relates
the New York Times, things fell out that
the Irish warriors, like thousands of ctb r
eager patriots, did not obtain a chance to
face the Pon upon the blood red Hell, and
were forced to languish in Inglorious rest
lessness at Camp Alger, near Washli -jton.
Finally the powers that be decided to give
the soldiers a "practice march" rf several
days' duration from Fort Myer, Va., to
Harris!. urg. Ta. As the highway led over
ground which had been bitterly rontisted
In the rebellion, ramps were p'tched at
various historic spots for the sentiment
connected therewlih. It chanced that one
of these was the site of the battle of Pull
Ruu. Put hru the tro.ps had arranged
their "pup" tents en the fleld the com
missary wagons failed to put In an appear
ance, they having been switched off on a
blind road somewhere, so that for twelve
hours they did not And the camp. Of course
there was a court of Inquiry to Investigate
the matter, over which Ocneral Grenvllle M.
Podge, one of thp heroes of the civil war.
presided.
Majrr Ijiwrence M. Ennls, commander of
the Second battalion of tho Seventh 1111
nols. was one of the witnosscs, r.nd told the
story briefly.
"Major," Raid the Judge advocate, "bow
long did you say ycur command was with
out rations?"
"Seventeen hours, fir," replied the major.
Oenrral Podge saw his chance to get in
lis little Juke. "Well," he drawled from
Us place at the head of the tablp, "when I
was at Pull Run we didn't worry about ra
tions very much."
"Yes. general." admitted Ennls, with a
bow. "but you know we staid there n g led
deal longer than you did."
Ocneral Podge allowed the examination
to proceed withiut further Interruptl. n.
The wcrld has so long been nt war with
the hapless printer that It will be lntercst
it g to know that at least one rompeeitor
has been capable of following Instructions
Once upon a time a printer brought to
Pooth for Inspection proof of a new poster,
which, after the manner of Its kind, an
nounced the actor as "the eminent trage
dian. Edwin Pooth." Mr. Booth did not
fully approve of it.
"I wish you'd leave out that 'eminent
tragedian' business. I'd much rather have
It simple 'Edwin Porth,' " he said.
"Very good, sir."
The next week the actor saw the flrst of
his new bills In position. Ills request had
been carried out to the letter. The poster
announced the coming engagement of "Slm
rle Edwin Booth."
While sketching In the Alps not ling ag)
Mr. Poughton, the English artist, was In
search of a suitable background of dark
pin a for a picture he had planned. He
found at last the rrelse situation he was
seeking and, beet of all, there happened ta
be a pretty detail In the figure of an old
woman In the foreground.
"I asked the old lady," said Mr. Bough
ton, "to remain seated until I had made a
eketch of her. She assented, but in a few
minutes asked me how long I should be.
ngo. In no known quarter of the globe j
noes tne missionary now grace i no neamen
board n the piece de resistance of the
fenst. While this pleasant
longer possible ns an nlliireinei
after martyrdom, plenty of pn i
hand that teaching the gospel to those
sitting In darkness is net nil cakes and nle.
China during the last dozen years has
afforded several notable instances of the
occasional non-receptivity of the heathen
and the sternness of the measures now and
then adopted to discourage the work.
Death alone ends the missionary's work,
though, and when one dies another comes,
so the work goes steadily on. It Is being
extended as rapidly ns the funds of the
various mission boards will permit, so that
the frontiers of Christianity are advancing
nil the time. Vpry recently Omaha had
the plensure of entertaining for a few days
a number of women who hnve devoted
their lives to the dissemination of the
gospel of Jesus Christ among heathen na
tions. South Africa, Persia, India, China
and Coren were represented among these.
They gave accounts of personal experiences
among the peoples to whom they have been
sent, and told with a spirit of high en
couragement of the work that has been
done and the prospect of doing more. The
occasion was the thirty-seventh annual
convention ef the Women's I're-diyt rlnn
Board of Missions of the Northwest, nnd
drew delegates from nil the northwestern !
states and missionaries from all over the ,
world. '-
During the same week Omaha enter
tnlned another religious body which held ;
Its convention, the Epworth league of the
Omaha district. This Is the young people's '.
organization of the Methodist church, and t
while Its scope Is limited and confined J
within denominational lines, It Is Important '.
as a factor in the general plan of state v;
work. The session In Omaha was brief,
as but little business beyond election of i
officers rame before the body.
'Only about a qunrter of an hour,' I an
swered reas?urlngly.
"Three minutes or so later she again
apked me this time with manifest anxiety
if I should be much longer.
" 'Oh, not long." I answered. 'But why
do vou ask me so anxiously?'
" 'Oh. It's nothing," .he sn.lly nn-wered,
'only I'm sitting rn nn ant hill.'"
J rome C. Knowlton, professor of law In
the University of Mirh'gan, has a vast fund
of good stories and tells them to pei
tlon. One Is of the time when Cnlted
States Senator Quarles of W'sconsm was
a student. One morning Quarlre went to
his class in chemistry without hav:n stud
ied his lesson. The chemistry professor
asked the students to recite In the order
In which they were seated, and Quarter
hid behind a youth of massive frame. But
the professor knew he was there, and when
It came to his turn the old gentleman
called out in a shrill tone: "Quarles, your
ears are too long to hide there."
Prof. William B. Scott cf rrincetcn, who
presided as toastmaster at the dinner of
the American Philosophical Society cf Phil
adelphia recently, announced to the hun
dred or more famous men who sat around
the tables that he occupied his post unwil
lingly, and then to prove his point and sh w
tow little he relished the position In which
be was standing, he told this story:
"Tim and Clancy were walking through
the wilds of New Jersey, bound for New
York, when Tim spleif a wildcat crouchJd
in the branches of a tree near the road.
Clutching his companion by the arm, nnd
pointing excitedly to the beast, h said:
" 'Clancy, do yez see thot f ine Maltese
cat? Ol've a frlnd on Vasey street ns wud
give $10 fur ut. Stand yez under now, an'
Olil go up an' shake her dune. All yezil
have to do is to howid her.'
"Clancy did as he was toll, ard Tim went
up and shook and shook till the cat did
absolutely tumble. Clancy grabbed her.
W'hrn there rame a moment's lull In the
cyclone of fur and Clancy and dust and
grass, the wondering Tim, looking on from
above, called down:
" 'Shall Oi come dune, Clancy, an' help
howid her?'
" 'C ine dune! Come dune! ga?pd
Clancy. 'Come dune, an' help let her go!' "