THE CUUUIEK.
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of women. Woman's work Is no' so
advanced in England as in the United
States, but certainly English women
arc interesting themselves more and
more in what concerns 1 he race'
Women a'l over the world arc in
sisting upon their equal rlgli's and
upon their economic in'cgrhy not as
a member of a family, as the wife of u
man or the mother of children but as
an individual whose government
must go through the form of asking
her consent as it does of the males.
The self consciousness, I just referred
to, is probably due to the political
slavery woman hits endured since men
lirstgot the upper hand, and will be
replaced by the calm masculine in
di Merer ce and objectivity so iuell'ec'u
ally admired by us now.
Refrigerated Beef.
Beef that tho Naval department is
now eeading to the Filipinea is frozen in
a temporaturo of twenty degrees below
zero. Most of it is sent in cold Btorage
ships acropa the Atlantic, through tho
Mediterranean, the Red Sea, the Suez
Canal, tho Indian and tho Vaciflc
oceans. Yet it is reported that tho lat
eet beef shipment arrived in Manila as
hard as a rock Secretary Root is for
tuoate in accepting tho position of sec
retary after the beef scandal instead
of before. He will not try any experi
ments with embalning fluidB or new
kinds of canned meats said to be very
nutritious by the canner, but unpalat
able to the soldiers When the meat
arrives in Manila it is pat in cooling
rooms and gradually defrosted before it
is ready for consumption.
A Greeting From God's Country.
The poem, welcoming the First Ne
braska back from tho islands of the sea,
is by an unknown contributor. Tho
perfect versification, and the beauty and
truth of the lines are a fitting tribute to
thf young fellows now in camp at tho
PreBidio. The mothers who have
waited and barkened to the footsteps of
their Eone pacing the night watches, to
the rush of their feet when they climbed
the trenches over their dead colonel and
between prostrate Filipinos, who have
idtened aB they did when their sons lay
n a childish fovor in tho next room to
their quick breathing and drowsy nvit
terings, will appreciate the meaning and
pathos of this anonymous poem.
Governor Roosevelt's Last Speech.
Governor Roosevelt has a gift for call
ing things by their right names. The
Fdipino insurrection he calls "an out
break of savagery. The government
might bb consistently leave the farmers
in this country to bo butchered by mad
dened Indians as retreat from the
Filipino Ulands while they are in arms
against order. There is no doubt but
that the ethical rightB of tbelndians here
have been tramped upon. But it is not
expedient nor wise to discuss how much
and how far tbey aro right and we are
wrong, when their hands are red with
blood and their belts are fringed with
agriculturist's scalpB. They are savage
butchers and they are treated as such.
No politician who cared for his future
would dare advise and encourage tho
Indians to continue their depredations.
1 ho consent of tho governed to a settler
whose wife and children have been
butchered by the men whom tho theor
ists advise an argument with, doea not
seem absolutely necessary. And the
peacoful and pastoral inhabitants of
Luzon have a right to demand that the
government ignore the governed until
they come to order. The United States
owes protection to tho civilized, reason
able majority in Luzon and the disorder
ly bands led by Aguinaldo have no right
to be reasonod with and gently entreatrd
till they lay down their arms.
TO THE FIRST NEBRASKA REGIMENT,
GREETING FROM GOD'S COUNTRY. AUGUST, 1899.
(For the Courier.
Come back to the heaven-wide heurt of your mother,
Strong sons she hath sent like the wind from her hills;
Who have borne over mountains and sea to another
The sap of her sunshine, the blood of her rills
Come back to the plains where the cloud-shadow flying
Floats free from the gates of the sun to the sod;
And no lair where the slime of the serpent is lying
Disfigures the face of the country of God.
But open and clear to the stars and the noon tide,
She hideth no hold where the pestilence wails.
She hideth no hurt save the hurt of that June-tidi'
When her first-born beloved went forth from her gates.
rung on Fortune's ladder Bho gradually
aacondod to .''
' S'op," sho cried, "or you will catch
tho giiHtronomlo oyo. And dn you think
that Ouida'a hair is yollowiah brown or
bluets)!, purplish black?'' whereupon
nhollngorod, cleniuiolv a yellow-colored
volume.
"What! ara you really V" I gaiped aB
the. cover flapped in tho brczo.
"Yih, I am no longer the presiding
tjrant," alio said contnn'odly.
"And ia thin tho twill or tho being?"
When sho tlrHt moved away tho lotters
How hotweon up, but now wo raroly
writo.
TRANSITION
Helen O. Harwood
It is four years since I bav eoen her.
She was like the holyhocka that grow
and grow until you begin to wonder if
there is a top. Her hair waa not blue,
but black, and like a fow people's dis
positions, the cloudier and gloomier
the weather, the better it looked and
the more it enjoyed life.
She liked to road a poem or so in the
evening, an occasional essay ana upon
A NEWS BOYS' PIONIO.
WILLIAM KKKI) DUNIIOV.
Tho tiewsbnys of Out ilia had a plcnio
last Sunday at tho park north of tho
city. Snvoral hundred of tho littlo tat
terdmnalinna went out on tho stroot
oara, a wriggling, wiry mosfl of littlo
bovp, and tho fun they had ia not to bo
expressed in any but tho words of a boy.
No sooiior wore thoy on tho grnon
grass until thoy worn running wild like
3oung colts looso from tha stall. Such
yelling and acrooching! Never did Hitch
noiBus rotuo front tinman throats before.
Froat long uso in crying tho morning
and ovoning pxpors thoir voices wero
raucous and tho air was rent with oar
splitting yells.
Each boy wassuppliod with tickets that
en tilled him to all tho froo food and
drink his little hide would hold, and tho
way these bo; a did get on tho outsido
of thiogs was a caution to all beholders.
It would eoom as though each wight
were hollow from head to too, for
through capacious mouths they cram,
med innumerable sandwicho9 and
poured untold bottlos of pop and glasses
of luraonado.
Mogy is tbo king of tho nowFboys in
O.naba and he it waB who engineered
tho affair and saw that all bad a fcood
time. Ifo is a largo lad with ono club
foot, but as nctivo as a cricket and ho
wan horo and there all day long.
Of course thoro waa a program and
it whs a "dinger" in tbo vernacular of
tho tioys. An orchestra furnished
music while tho boys whirled their best
girls over tho floor in tho seductive
waltz. A cako wa'k? Well I rather
guees. A picnic without a cake walk!
Even tho vital queetion of whether men $Q Bjr A i wjjjte qq wj,h B candy
weremadef puff paste or aluminum r008ter on top! It was won by a littlo
was forgotten ly the appearance of .the boy wt,0 talked as though, his feet and
small buitor milk boy with big, brown legg were made pt India rubber. Such
eyrs, who remarked: "At first I made gyration! The rubber man at a circus
just lots of rconey, twenty-Bve cents a waB not within speaking duiUnce at any
day, but now I don't make much." gtaffe of th0 Bame,
Come back to the land tha' no shadow hath darkened,
Save the shadow that hung by the echoing sea,
Where the heart of your mother hath waited and harkened, -
In the long island watches ye paced sleeplessly,
To the breath of your lips when the battle-heat thickened.
To the rush of your feet in the battle-loosed strife,
To the throb of your hearts when the fever pulse quickened
In the veins she has filled with her glorious life.
Come now where she waits in the sheer August splendor
That lies on the brows of her heaven-bared hills.
The first who have taken the lance to defend her,
Come drink of the cup of thanksgiving she fills
Come back to the land that no glory hath lightened
Like the glory ye bring from the valleys ye trod,
Where in famine and fever and death, unafrightened,
Ye carried the hearts of the country of God.
Come back, ye that may, in your warrior's regalia;
Come back, ye that march gleaming white by their side, -That
waken no more to to the soldiers's reveille,
But sleep evermore in the hearts ye abide.
Come, scarred hero-host of the dead and the living,
Who have poured out for strangers the blood of our land;
Far more than the lives ye have recked not in giving,
Is the faith that may die, but may not understand.
Far more than the glow of proud Freedom's defender
Is the spirit that failed not in doubting and gloom;
And the land whence ye rose like her sun in his splendor
From the white arms of martyrdom welcomes you home.
Her harvests flow out to the hills beyond measure,
Calm shineth above them the evening star,
But the crown of the gifts God hath given to bless her
Is the faith you have brought through the gate-way of war.
Contributed.
Sho pussd the point of ctkes and
ices and was roturning to solids. Her
interest ceased to be intermittent and
under its perpetuity I f It myself to bo
slowly suffocating. Some subjects mel
low 'with time, others grow hard and
people and things she had ideas enough, M Tno dttilv markot wa8 tho 310rn
minh hh Ihev were and such thev were. DK cnurai, uuu iu iub vomuB
I am sorry to say, to All the western
hemisphere, the was fearfully obstinate
in her pet theories, and sometimes it
seemed to me that ebo vied with the
great and only William across the
water.
Upon books we had discussions and
quantities of them. Upon other things
tot, such bb pavements, tho diffnroLco
between boarding school und col I ego
productions, society, and I know not
what.
Suddenly 6ho became presiding ty
rant of tho family. Her diecourses
upon the small aa.ount of fresh air
tbken by houEO-keepers leetened per
cept'bly, as she became ata-orbed in tha
difference, between alum and roda in
in tne evening came
preserves. One day, I found her deeply
absorbed as to the whatness of muce.
"I imagine that that comes only in
post-graduato work," I suggested.
This remark being received with scorn
I went searching in tho dictionary.
"Mace An ensign of authority.
That's all buflluient Gerald! no." I re
marked. ''1 shall compose your epitaph.
The (irst lino is going to I ok in with
"Mamsello - - o I. O MamscHe-e.''
"The laet lino shall have maco in
soveral times. The intervening lines
haven't occurred to me et, but I shall
have EOtno little time for meditation.
It- is your family for whom I tremble,
O though ensign of authority.''
A fow nightB later, 1 found her in a
the compilation cf a dinner, Side by sido comfortable bunch in tho hammock,
on her deek, I noticed a Goldon Treas- "Did you have tomatoes or carrots,
ury and a green-leafed cook book. The onion, Ice cream or walnut soullle?" I
latter was the open book. So coc- inquired, "and Oh yep, Mra. Rorer was
cerned did she become about moths and born in this country, having begun in a
jellies that I did not see her for a weea. very small way. From this very modest
Then there was the water melon con
test. Six boys sat in a row Six slices
of water melon, large, lueciojs and
juicy were passad thorn. A signal waB
given, six widoly stretched mouths
closed in tho heart of the melon and
soon six boys, wet but grinning stood
with six rinds in their bands. The boy
who got outside of bis melon first was
given a pr z.
The pie eating contest was funnier
still. Ton boys sat at a table with the
bands tied behind thorn, Tho pies were
placed on tbo table before tbem and
the signal was given. The way tho pies
disappeared was a mystery but in a
minute there wub not a sign of pastry
left except what adhnied to tho soiled
phy6irgnomiee of tbo stuffed urchins.
And tlus thy epent the afternoon.
Thoro was enthusiastic fun all tho time.
Ntver a dull moment, never anything
but unallowed happiness, for the little
follows are all philosophical and thoy
went out to havo a good time and thoy
had it. After the last race was run and
the last sandwich eaten tbey roda back
down town and once more tbtir shrill
voices wore soon heard crying "Chicago
papers two centp," "All 'bout tbo mur
der," "Get your paper here, Times
Hurald, Inter Ojean and Chronicle!''
