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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 12, 1901)
THE COURIER. rind : ,j4pE zmj tor who visited rich and poor alike. rly and late were the same to him. has turned out of his bed at mid- igbt in a blizzard, when the wind the snow made of the prairies a stormy ocean, to visit a braketnan's wife in extremis, with the same matter-of-course response to a call as though it were from his wealthiest patient. Dr. Carter's gentle, modest face and bearing is a familiar and al ways grateful sight to the people of Lincoln. No one of all the older res idents of Lincoln has worked harder or more faithfully observed his pro fessional duties. He is so little given to self gratulation, that I doubt if the really noble sum of his life's labor is gratifying to him now in his illness, when the grasshopper is a burden. ut residents of twenty years' remi- loponof" tppn in minrl lip ITarropc J."""""'" " ' "" ....- faithful visitation among the sick and the poor. He has never refused a call) however unpromising, and the quiet, good old doctor has earned his "Well Done," and his life is an ex ample to the younger doctors who per haps make more calls than Dr. Carter does now. Among the servants of I men who toil witli small remunera tion I know 'f no man deserving more reverence and thanks than the pio neer doctor. In Lincoln there are three, hoary, unassuming, wise old men whose, horses still carry them on their shortening routes. Dr. Carter, Dr. Latta, and Dr. Beachley have traveled up and down the streets of Lincoln and the country roads, for nearly thirty years. They know the history of the farmers and the town's people. They have doctored them in fevers, they have presided at the birth of the generation which is now in its prime. All of them are men of high character, faithful service, and ability. None are rich and one is ill. All have earned, as few men earn, this community's gratitude and reverence. Transvaal Reconstruction. To Anglicize the Dutch in Africa, yet to leave their native institutions, alone and unhampered by foreign in- lluence is the problem. There js a very strong sentiment in England and Canada and amoDg the Eoghsh of this country in favor of an autonomous Transvaal. The Eoglish government is in essence representative and Eng lishmen settled, or who may hereafter settle iu the Transvaal would be the first to object to outside dictation. Tnere is one institution that will have to be replaced entirely and that is the language. Courts, schools, and legal documents must use the Euglish lan guage. Where people speaK tne same f language there is much less opportu nity for suspicion and misunderstand ing. English is the language of litera ture of international commerce and is rapidly supplanting the French in courts Maarten Maarterns is the only Dutch novelist and he writes in Eng lish because of the poverty of his own language and because of the very few stories he could sell to the Dutch. To be forced to speak, write and eventual ly think in English will be a hardship to the Boers for the first twenty-fave years. Afterwards tne aaaition 01 the knowledge and literature, pre served and ever blossoming in the English language will be an inestim able advantage to the Dutch who have no literature in comparison. Unless English is otlicially substi tuted for Dutch in the Transvaal the English will be interlopers for cen turies. The amalgamated effect of a Lcommon tongue will weld the Boers and the English togetner so tnat me settlers from England and from every ipther country will make common cause against aggression from the outside. Mr. Maurice Low, transAtlantic correspondent of Harper's Weekly commenting on the reconstruction of the Transvaal, discusses the alien feeling of the citizens of Quebec where French is officially tolerated, and com pares it with the warm loyalty to Great Britain in Lower Canada wiiere French has not equal standing with English. Mr. Low says, "In Lower Canada the French have only a very faint sentimental regard for France, and are loyal to the British crown there is no stronger loyalist than the pres ent Premier, a Frenchman by birth and education and a Catholic in re ligionbut the mistaken policy of the British government in having permitted Frencli to have equal standing with English has kept the great majority of the inhabitants of the province of Quebec alien in thought as well as in language. That province is less progressive than any other part of the Dominion. The quickest, and perhaps the surest, way to race assimilation is a common lan guage. The United States has prac tically demonstrated that." "What England has to fear more than anything else is racial antago nism. The Boer who does not speak English will look upon the English man as a tyrant. He will hate him with all tiie passionate vehemence which ignorant, narrow-minded, fa natical men are capable of feeling; and the fewer emotions a man iias the more extreme he becomes. The justice which England metes out will mean nothing to him, but the English Hag will perpetually remind him of his wrongs." J Jt Mr. Hainer. Among the several candidates who would represent the state of Nebras ka in the senate.as one of the richest, largest as most famous states should be represented, I count Mr. Hainer first. He is a man of the intelligence and acumen possessed by Cushman K. Davis. He is a statesman and an honest, honorable man among men. Of that peculiar quality which appears to have been more commonly pos sessed by the old-fashioned statesmen in the days of Adams and Jefferson, Mr. Hainer would make an ideal Uni ted States Senator. If his partner should chance to be Mr. Crounse, Ne braskans could settle back and attend to their private business with abso lute confidence that the public busi ness of Nebraska in Washington would be well attended to and never neglect ed,or used for tLe personal aggrandise ment of the agents. . J Mark Twain. More than any other American writer Mark Twain is beloved by the American man and boy. He is not held in sucli tender, uncritical wor ship by the American woman. His style lacks elegance and is not at all improving and while we read we like to accomplish one of those club mot toes such as ''Reading maketh a full man" or ''Classic literature must be applied hot at least three times a day." Mark Twain scoffs at things we choose to believe very serious, and if it were not for the American man's persistent adulation and constant amusement-over whatever Mark Twain writes, it is not certain that the au thor's fame would have so constantly grown since the publication of ''In nocents Abroad." Publishers believe, and they have good reasons for the conclusion, that a novel's fortune is made or ruined by women. This is not true vl Mark Twain's books. He is a man's man as he was a boy's hoy. Huckleberry Finn is the epic of the American boy, and intelligent looking men with the appearance of refine ment chuckle over its passages and read them to the bored females that swore at the altar to submit to such "worse" things patiently aloud. In their devotion men forget that there are not ten Americans wiio have not read how Mark Twain felt when he was sea-sick or how Huckle berry got the other boys to do his whitewashing for him, and fatuously relate these particular anecdotes to the same people on occasions that be fore Mark Train's time were merry and ''social." In the fall of 1900 San Francisco celebrated some anniversary and in vited Mark Twain to be present to the exstacy of every male inhabitant. Mr Clemens was in London and sent the committee a letter which reads: Brown's Hotel. London, Sept , 28, 1000. Dear Sir: I accept with t banks the privilege you offer me of sending Christmas greetings to San Francisco and the coast. I am not as well ac quainted with San Francisco now as 1 was thirty two years ago, when I saw it last, but my home feeling for it lias suffered no decay, nevertheless. It is a striKing fact tnat San Fran cisco has trebled its population and quintupled its other prosperities since 1 left. It is doubtful ir any other man has done as much for tiie city as that. Vet i ask no monument. I only ask that in the Christmas fes tivities this service shall nut be coldly brushed aside and the credit given to some loud, recent person who never did anything for the town. I could have gone earlier If I had thought. It was suggested. With greetings and salutation from a neglected benefactor, 1 am, dear Sir. yours very truly, Mark Twain. He I've lost a wealthy aunt. She By death? "No. Her niece jilted me ''Town Topics. be called upon, at such an hour, to peel potatoes. It was with savage satisfac tion therefore that she sliced off thb last bit of brown skin from the lHt potato, tossed it into tbo pan with a glorious splash, and leaving pans, knife and potatoes for who would, to caru for, raced down the path to the little corral where Broivnio looked over the bars. It was not miny minutes that John Morgan, a ranchmnn, directing hie men in the meadow raw hying toward him ut a head on gall' p. n v.tid little figure, bare-headed, ant! wildly shouting "Pop pa! Poppa! Hello Poppa!' "Something's wrorjp at the house." said one of the men anxiously. "Anyono'd know you fr a new hand, Jim,"' said another, Tinning. "I'hat'B only Jessie runnin' away fiom 'er maw, again. She can't do nothin' with Jessie. She's a reg'Iar tom-boy ' n mistake. "Nd her paw spoils her tumble. Look at 'im now, runnin' a racu with 'or to the other stack. They're great chums, them two. Never happy, noithor of 'em Ies3'n they're together." Meanwhile the heart of little Jessie, under the blue checked gingham, beat high in pure content, as she ruced ulong by he" father, tho pure mountain broe.o in her face and the warm summer sun beating down on her little sunburned head. SONG FOR THE EVE OF YULE. LITTLE CHILDREN OF THE HILLS nV MARTHA PIERCE. For The Courier Jessie Bat on the back porch, peeling potatoes. Her mental attitude toward the process in question was sufficiently indicated by the emphatic jerk with which ehe sent each peeled potato into the pan of water beside her. Abundant splashes on the porch floor, were mute testimonials to her vehemence. The brigtt forenoon was hal: worn away. The Bun was beating so brightly down on the top of the great rock at the mouth of the canon, that all the little bits of mica, glittered like ailver. The stream calling aloud, under the trees, was the only sound that broke the still ness. As Jessie bent over her potatoes, she made a quaint enough little picture, had there been one to see. Her two narrow braids hung down each side of a round rosy little face, liberally b?sprinkled particular! across the nose-bridge with pale freckles- Her little checked ging ham apron was short enongh to show six inches of blue print, and below the blue piint, most astonishingly stout and sturdy and uncompromising, a pair of boy's boots announced to the world the real Jessie. Even now tho-e same boots longed to be safely nestled insioe cer tain familiar stirrups, hanging either Bide of a dear old brown pony. Jessie felt certain that her father must have come back from his inspection of the hill fences this half hour gone, and muBt even now be in the long green meadow where the hay gang was at work, riding up and down, giving direc tions for the work, and Oh! it was there she longed to be. Her heart swelled with bitterness that she should Here's a fig for Melancholy, Now the Year is at the Yule ! Welcome Fun and welcome Folly I Welcome anything that's jolly I What say you, sweet Mistress Molly , Shalt not Love and Laughter rule ? Come and close about the ingle While the caverned chimney roars 1 Song and merriment shall mingle Till the very rafters tingle ; Then shall sound the jangle-jingle Of the sleigh bells at the doors ! Out upon all frowning faces! Out upon the ghost of Gloom 1 In with games and glees and graces ' Loose (for once I) smug Custom's traces ! Put old Momus through his paces! Give the merry maskers room ! Aye, a fig for Melancholy ! Garland Love, let Laughter rule ! Hail to Fun and hail to Folly ! Hail the jovial and the jolly ! Shall we not, sweet Mistress Molly, Now the Year is at the Yule ? Clinton Scollard. TEMPORA MUTAN TUR A maiden of five and twenty sighed : "Ah me ! How the years pass by ! I'm getting too old to be a bride , An old maid III surely die ." Now sighs this maiden's daughter : "Ah ! My jolly girlhood's gone ! I am led like a lamb to the slaughter , And I'm only thirty-one !" Town Topics. Its Use. Littie Elmer Papa, what is a family tree good for, anyhow? Professor Broadhead Merely to give a man an opportunity to show bow re spectable he can bo in spite of his ancestors. 'Well, did you succeed in giving jour wife a present that thoroughly content ed her th?t Christmas?" "Von bet. She's dine nothing but grumble about my extravagance ever since."
