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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (July 2, 1898)
-, rzy g. --t " rw5S!7y 'wars ""T-yv 'Ji Sr',I3y wvtt-- O- 10 the courier; II WHY THOMAS SUCCUMBED. 'mpassible (he thought) barrier to its entrance. Tnoma? liked women, but a faith There were but two servants at the rudely B-Uhken CiDcot bo hastily re little country place; Thomas, tho coach- paireti; for tho falspnesa of one, others man, a nfltive or the village, and Maggie must 6uffer Sometimes retribution's the maid of all work, brought by the eJM 6eem bnded or hf r raeraory un. family from town. Tho houte was bull certaini whcn ehe unfailingly metea out on the edjre of a rocky elope. In front Hfe.H punUhmeni8, but brings her ill the lawn curved gently towards the giftB to the inoocsnt. atone fence, and the large gates which Because Bridget had been false, Tom opened to the highway at either end of could dUcern no truth in Maggie's blue the grounds. In the r. ar -h steep de eyee. at eaBt he took it for Rrantej lhat acent had betn leveled to a smooth DODe therehe nad cot iODkcd. greenB warJ atu'ting the bissment Three times a day Maggie sat opposite kitchen. At either side tbiB space was him at the ,Ute tab,e near the kitchen walled up to meet the level of the closely wjndow and FOUred his tea with her dipt grass above. most bewitching smile. His favorite One summer's evening the young diBhe3 were there, and the richest of Irish girl sat on the bank swinging her cream wag Bayed for bia coffee Her foot and humming disconsolately. A merry iaugh rang through the house, kennel stood near but the dogs were not but aaB; Tdm-8 goom waa not dis- init. An Irish setter pup lay motion- peUeim lew across itB entrance with his tawny Tfaen fa,e added it3..knock. lhe piws straight before him. He was ,iMe viage pressed a large Irish known to hunt far and wide for the p0puatj0n living along the railroad, b rds of the a'r and of the poultry yard, and jQ tQe jnner circe8 0f Hibernian so- but now he would not stir when the girl cjety no one waP more popular than called him for fear of hurticg a pet Thomag Slatterly. To be sure his chicken which had crept between his mother waB a trifle plain in her dret s. pawe, , but it suited the simplicity of her "Come Bruno, leave that chicken and Bhanty near the track, and she had a talk to me,'' ehe said again, but the dog gala attire puhed on the death of only wagged his tail. her only daughter and saved for very Around the carriage drive edging the grand occasions a black dress and bank came the mistress of the house. heavy crape veil. Conscious of these "What is the mauer, iagB"" elegant possessions ene was ordinarily "O ma'am, I am so lonesome! What morethan satisfied with her old calici with the frogs and tree toads and no gown on the one or two days in the one to talk with even the dogs won t week wnen by chance she was sober, stay with me. Bruno is over there, and g mother and EOn were noted for Trimmer went to the stable with their wit and How of conversation, (Mag Thomas.' B'e to the contiary) and no wake was a She glanced down the driveway which Bucceg8 without the presence of Thomas followed the line of tne green oval to the or a funerai complete unless Mrs. Slat carriage house. In front of its open door- terlyin her raven weeds, sat among the i:j t'nn. umnkint? a nine; .,.. n .. nni . .!, ;il. waV Bat a BWJilu "' - - - uiuuiucio. aw uui; ufjuu iud ucaiu a thoroogMjr ep4o4tte periodical for women, will enter upon its thirty-first Tolume in 1898. Durins the year it will be as heretofore A MIRROR OF FASHION Paris and Mem York Fashions ) T. W. 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" ; ..i;oaa vhich marked a an auracuve ukh"-- certain similarity between them. The eyes of the mistress followed those of the maid. "Is not Thomas good companj ? A-n that he was jilted by a gir named Bridget OTljnn shortly before I un 1 Both master and dog possessed Bession devoted to the conviviality of the wake would be followed by the funeral the next day, and with a headache at tributed to lack of sleep, he would re turn to his labors, At the time of this story, Thomas re quested a leave of absence. Maggie watched him walk forth in his Sunday ... i v.t that in no reason ins.A. f- nn.r..n.. 0.3;. ,-; s: u,t- W6 Came OUl UC"" ... t.iutuco oik uunuu; oujuctiug ua uco. that you cannot be friends." tie by the kitchen mirror. His heavy "I have to knock Ihe talk out of Tom, 6quare jaw showed the unswerving the girl said viciously. strength which had renderpd her bland- The mistress passed on to the old iehments of no avail; but his steady re cherry tree beyond the kitchen slope, Stance had only made him more attrac where great clusters of luscious fruit tive hung within easy reach. But Maggie He went forth with firm, swinging pined for the unattainable and saun- tread and the pride o! a strong man, but tered slowly across the-grass to a tree at dusk lhe next j battered and near the stable whose small red cherries bruised, humbled and ashamed, he crept of inferior flavor grew high above her paBt tj,e house to bis room over the head. Standing on tiptoe, her fair com- BtBble. plexion was faintly tinged with rose, and jt happened this way. On the return the gentle winds lifted the loose ends of jrom Qe graveyard the carriages were her pretty hair, but the Btolid figure in crowded and the talk grew boisterous, the doorway still smoked. "Tom, how's Bridget," called an ac- "Thomas, you might bring me the qUaintance. atepladder." she called. "O, none of that, he's got a city girl." Kow he had been told to save Maggie jeered another, "The likes o' Bridget is any unnecessary lifting and to get her not good enough for him," whatever ehe needed. Kindly obedient, Tom struck out a sinewy arm towards without removing hie pips, he strolled the speaker and grazed his shoulder. to tha house and back with the ladder, So that's your little game, is it? And then returned to his doorway. shure hen I'm in.it. Thry that and Vexatiously the girl picked her fruit. thatr On many evenings was the little drama Thomas was the heavier man, but his repeated. When cherries grew scarce senses were dulled and the attack was the man whose rough exterior hid his unexpected. Over he went from the innate chivalry, mounted the ladderj or carriage, striking his face in the dust, climbed the tree to pluck for her the He was dragged a few feet by the wheels lingering fruit on the topmost boughs. and the sand was ground into his skin. Cherries early and late were gone, and The fright sobered them all. no break had been made in the firm 'And shure, Tom, I didn't mane to armor with which the soul of Thomas hurt ye;" Tom, sullen and dazed, sham was encased and still the -knocking" bled away towards Iub mother's cottage, went on. Simple and direct, he was "Come, Tom, we'll drive ye home to fighting a brave battle against a pretty, yer girl,' but he did not turn, keen-witted girl. The fortress of his "And good riddance for Bridget," heart was guarded by piide.determina- came shrilly from behind, vWhat would tioa and obstinacy, and the remem- she be wanting of a drunken loafer? " It brance of another girl's scorn formed an was Bridget's mother who added her stroke when he was already down. Mrs. Slatterly soon found her son stretched speechless in her hut. '-What's this about jer girl? I want no stuck up city daughter, too good for the likes of me, mind that!" No answer from Thomas. "My but ye're a beauty, Tommy, just loike yer mither. Show that face to yer gurl." He turned to the wall. There he lay until the dusk of the evening. Only Maggie saw him return. Her quick ears caught the sound of his uncertain 6teps on the gravel, and 6b 0 remarked indifferently to her mistress that Thomas had come home. At the first opportunity she flew down the path and called sweetly, "Come to supper Thomas," but there was no re ply. "T ;omas ! " ehe insisted. "I don't want any," came in muttered tones. 'Then as he glanced down the open stairway at her sympathetic face, full of genuine concern, he relented. "Maggie could you give me something to put on my face? I fell from a car riage and it is scratched. I'm ashamed to be seen. "That is nothing," said the girl. "It won't show by tomorrow." She soon returned with a tray and a lotion which she gently applied to the poor, bruised skin. Alas for Thomas! He bad never be fore felt a woman's touch on his rough, weather-beaten face. ' O Maggie, I am disgraced.' "And why? You could not help fall ing off." "But Tim pushed me off." "Bad luck to' him." "I'm thinking I struck him first." "Then he deserved it." The man's spirit revived under the sweet sympathy. Well he knew the black bdttle and the liberality of the night's entertainment were responsible for his fall, but no word of blame came from Maggie. "How 60ft your fingers are Maggie," be said. Blushing ehe ran down the stairs. Three days was Thomas guarded from the view of the family, then he came forth with the scars of a double battle. Iu the evenings be still smoked his pipe but moved to the terrace, then 9dged to the kitchen door and was sometimes seen lingering over his meals. Maggie was shyer and more quiet. The burly fellow watching her was afraid that she despised him, but the kindly light in her eyes belied that fear. When the wind blew soft across his face, he felt the touch of her fingers again caressing their way to his inmost heart, and gently obliterating the impression of Bridget so gently that her image was there no more, and he knew it not. The summej even'ngs were lot g and the wind blew soft. The man still smoked his pipe but love grew sod spread 'neath the misty veil of the smoke, and then What black shadow follows the bridaj pair up the aisle of the little Roman Catholic church? So dark a shadow was never before cast by robes of white. This is no omen of evil, but a messen ger of reconciliation; for Mother Slat tery, tilled with pride and gratification, draws about her more closely her heavy crepe veil. Annie L. Miller. The sale of bicycles at E. It. Guth rie's still keeps up regardless of "cost sales" advertised. The reason is that the wheels sold are worth their prices and do not require the fascinating phrase "wholesale cost" to sell them. The prices are right and better repre sent the real value of the goods than the cut prices offered by some dealers. First publication June 25 3 NOTICE OF PROBATE OF WILL. In the County Court o! Lancaster County, Nebraska: The State of Nebraska, to Wilhelmine Miller and to others interested in said matter: You are hereby notified, that an in strument perporting to be the last will and testament of Samuel Brandt, de ceased, is on file in said court, and also a petition praying for the probate of said instrument, and for the appointment of Wilhelmine Miller as administratrix with will annexed. That on the 18th day ot July, 1898, at 9 o'clock a. m., said petition and the proof of the execution of said instrument will be heard, and that if you do not then appear and' con test, Baid court may probata and record the same, and grant administration of the estate to Wilhelmine Miller. This notice shall be published for three weeks successively in The Courier prior to said hearing. Witness my hand and official seal this 23d day of June, 1808. S. T. Cochran-, By Dudley Cochran. Clerk. Judg9' What He Knew. In announcing nr office a Georgia candidate who evidently desires to make his record plain, a newspaper says: "I never was in the war; neve hollered at the surrender and never" killed anybody that let me aloae, and the only thing I know about the finan cial question Is this: I need uoaey " A.t2r,JUa Constitution.
