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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-
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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."
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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.
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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."
