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ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 8,1891.
Sr. nezr the mirror does it stand—
The vsse of peacock feathers gay—
They seem to bend from either hand
To (cause within its depths all day.
They cate and Rase—but cannot seel
The burnished bronze, the peacock bloat,
The shawled emerrjds and browns—
Naught does the careful mirror loan.
Those from the mirror gaming back.
If anything more charming seem;
More wonderful the feathery bronze.
The blue and emerald iris gleam.
And yet they never, never know
It is themselves ec pictured there;
They gaze, but cannot understand
That It is they who are so fair.
Poor, pretty things! I’d rather bo
A little, just a little, plain.
Ami know just what I really am,
Even with a conscious pang of pain.
I'd rather see, and understand.
And suffer—In deep passion whirled—
Than be as fair and "aim as they.
With no sensation In the world.
-Alice Wellington itollins in Pittsburg Bul
He had been laid up a week and waa
still lame as the result of being on the
side next the ground when his pony
stumbled and fell one day, and waa sit
ting at the door one morning about 11:30
when the stage came along. Several of
ns were in the ranch house and were
somewhat surprised to hear the wheels
outside, for the stage road was two
miles from the ranch. As we crowded
to the door we saw “something was up”
for Dyer, the driver, looked excited.
“Mornin, gentlemen,” he said. And
then to Boss Fleming: “Fleming, I ex
pect t’ be held np over b’ Five Mile creek.
TO BE RETURNED-
CONVICTS WILL BE
BACK TO THE MINES,
S4YS governor BUCHANAN. An Illustration of the Power of Sympathy.
The Governor Determined to Send the |
.‘Zebras’’ to BrlceviUe and Coal
oreek—He Holds a Consulta
tion With the Brigadier
BY MARY S. WILKINS.
The violets that I send to yo*»
Wm close tbeir bluo eye on yonr breast;
1 shall not be there, sweet, to sec.
Yet do I know my flowors will rest
Within that chaste, white nesL
Oli. little flower*, she'll welcome yon
So tenderly, so warmly! (Jo!
I know where you will die tonight,
Hut you can never, never know
The bliss of dying so!
If you could speak! Yet she will know
What made your faces wet. although
1 fain would follow you and tell her.
There go, and die, yet uever know
To wuul a heaven you go!
THE MAN WHO BRAGGED.
Nashville, Nov. 80.—"The convicts
shall be returned to the mines if it |
Kin one o’ th’ boys go with me? Til get I every ablebodie l man in the stats
’nother man at Parker’s, an I reckon I *° do it, * said Governor Buchanan,
three’ll be ’nough.” "When will they be returned, gov-
Why, yes, of course,” was the reply; I ernor?” he was asked,
you can have more if you want ’em. -That I do not know yet."
HI go myself. But why didn’t yon | « Wi U yon send a military guard with |
Ilis name waa Phineas Ellsworth, but
we boys at the “HX” ranch called him
Billy Brag, for reasons which ten min-
uies' conversation with him wonld make
obvious, even to a total stranger. To
gay that he was opinionated is drawing
it very mild, and to state that the chief-
est of his opinions was the particniarly
excellent one he held of himself is super
Those were humdrum, monotonous
days at the “HX.” and there was scant
opportunity for Billy to exhibit the
courage, prowess, skill, ability, and so
forth, winch—we had his own oft re
peated statements for it—he possessed
to a remarkable degree.
Once in awhile something would hap
pen to relieve the mouotony, but Billy,
somehow or other, was never on deck to
show what he was worth. He always
turned up afterward with: “Huh! you
galoots jew make me ache all over! W’y
nay bloom in tenderfoot c*d a tol’ ye bet-
ti-i'n that!” or, “That wuza fool trick.
Now, ef I'd beeii tharl'd a did so an
so;' or, ’Huh! d'ye call that anythinter
niensh'iu: W’y, back tbar, on th’ ktya
'•Pahs, we used t’ let tu’ kids an wimmeti"
do that kind o’ work.” ~ «
And so it went for nearly a year, and
though we invented many a plan to give
Billy an opportunity to show his worth,
he managed, on one pretext or another,
to keep out of our snares.
One day Cale Snelling, who was ont
looking up some stays, fell in with
Maverick steer feeding in a coulee, and
thinking at first that it was on “HX”
critter rode toward iL But the beast
was what is known as a “bad nn,” and
horns down and bellowing with rage he
turned and charged on the startled
cowboy. Cale tried to turn his pony and
run, but the animal was green and only
reared and snorted. Cale thought he
was about to take a place herding clonds,
but lie yanked his gun and let go, catch
iug the steer right between the eyes,
and dropping it not more than ten feet
Cale was a bit new in the business, and
he was rather pale when he rode np to
the ranch and related his experience, bnt
there was a triumphant tone in his voice
as lie told of his successful shot from the
back of a '"teking pony,
Billy listened w' h a superior air.
“Hub!” he remarked disdainfully
“whad'je wanter kill ’im fer? Ye c’d jes
'i well creased’ an roped ’im. Some folks
never hev no r’gard fer prop’ty. Waste
not, waut nothin.”
We all groaned and proceeded to con
gratulate Cale on his lock, bnt Bill did
not seem to care. He was getting used
to our irreverence. It may be noted,
however, that when we tried next morn
ing to get Billy to take » galloping shot
at the stripe in a blanket nailed onto a
*hed door, to see how near he conld
have come to “creasing” a mad steer
from the back of a fool pony, onr propo
sition met with scorn. “There ye go
agin,” said Billy. “What’s th’ blame
use o' wastin er whole lot o’ ca’tridges
jes't’ convince er mess o’ gabblin egiots
that er thing kin be did? Aw, go off an
try pouudin san in her rat hole »r yer
vita. Bet ye curn’t even do that.” And
ne rede off, much offended.
When Joe Fleming, brother of the
Loss, and Hank Barr had a brush with
Lalf a dozen Indian*, and just escaped
w iih their lives, leaving a bunch of fat
cattle to be run off by Uncle Sam’s dear,
sweet proteges, Billy’s opinion was at
once forthcoming. “Huh! Ye moot
i* 8 ’ L well saved mos’ o’ th’ critters an
8ot them thievin red cusses too. W’y
didn’t ye, w’en ye seed ’em ridin down
ye, jes’ kill thr-* or four critters,
P*ie 'em up fer a barricade, an give th’
devils reg’lar h—1? That’d ben bet-
tor u losin th’ hull bunch.”
When Bob Hall, a cowboy from the
* the next ranch—one of the
“Sanest, ugliest, most quarrelsome bol-
who ever flourished a gun—got
■bled at the hotel in town by an unof-
ending tenderfoot, whom be had tried
“ compel to take a drink, Billy, as
Tu 1 something to say. “Huh!
dauthem tenderfeet all over. They
, *k ef er mtn tries V hev fnn with
«n hyar thet they've got? ■»
cotqnieij. Th’ galoot oughterive jes*
“Ok Bob Hall b’th’ scruff tf th’ pent*
kicked ’r throwed Im out. an Bob
••ring guards if you’re carrying nny val
Dyer explained. The night before he
had noticed three suspicious looking
characters in town, and observed that
they eyed him considerably. This morn
ing he had started early, hoping to pass
all the places favorable to a “hold np”
before the three tough looking gentle
men had time to get located. He had
felt a bit backward about bringing
guards, as he did not like to appear cow
ardly, and besides his suspicions might
I* groundless and the laugh would be
on him. There were no valuables except
the mail bags.
Bnt the three strangers had passed
him a mile back, evidently in a hurry to
ge£ somewhere; hence his visit to the
Fleming tnrned to get ready to go—he
was not the man to send somebody else
into danger—bnt was met at the door by
Billy, “heeled” with two revolvers and
“Hnllo. man!” ejaculated Fleming-
“Didn’t yon hear me say I was going?”
“Don’t care ef ye did,” answered Billy
curtly. “Th’s plenty work t’ do, an my
laigs is too stiff t’ straddle any blame
broncho.” And he climbed paiufnlly np
on to the driver’s seat, and the stage-
rolled away, leaving ns staring at each
other, nnable to believe onr eyes.
The stage did not reach the Five Mile
nor did it reach Parker's. At a place
two miles west of the “HX,” where the
road traversed the edge of a bluff over
hanging a deep ravine, there wore three
shots fired, and brave Walt Pyer and
his two team leaden fell into me road.
Then there were more shots—a rattliug
fnsilade for two or three minutes—then
When we got to the scene we saw
Billy Brag tying across the body of the
driver, supporting himself on one elbow
nd keeping “the drop” on a man who
stood holding up one arm—the other was
shattered and bung limp. Two dead
men besides Dyer lay in the road. The
wheelers were quiet now, but their hoofs
' had-plyelty mangled the bodies of their
pixwfflttbffuiiu ades in front.
I knowed yo’d come, boys,” said
"I can not tell yon that I can simply
say that the convicts shall be returned
to the mines if it takes every able-bod
ied man in the state to do iL Is not
Although the governor was reticent,
from other sources information is gath
ered concerning the matter. The lee-
sees have made a demand upon the state
for the convicts. This demand was
answered promptly, that when the con
victs had been captured they wonld be
returned if supplied with a sufficient
guard and proper quarters. The proper
quarters will be built at once. This
will take about two weeks.
Twenty-five at each place, it is
thought, will be the number of militia
men distributed to do gnarddnty. Inre-
gart to this last feature Governor Buch
anan wired General Carnes of Mem
phis, brigadier general of Tennessee
militia, to come to Nashville. The two
trere in consultation all the afternoon.
About 800 of the 435 released convicts
have been recaptured.
SNOWSTORM IN VIRGINIA.
Billy, “else I’d bed t’ kill this ’nn, ’stead
o’ savin ’im fer a Ieetle necktie party.
They got Dyer fust lick, bnt w’en they
rnn np agin Pliin Ellsworth, they ketched
er li—1 ov er feller. Guess 1 kin die off
real peaceful now.”
Bnt he did not die. With a ball in liis i
leg, another traveling aronnd some
where on his inside and a wound in liis
throat which causes his voice to break
in a ludicrous way he still lives and
brags of this very exploit.—R. L. Ketch-
am in Argonaut.
THE STRONGEST AND PUREST.
The Official Report of the Minnesota
Dairy and Food Commissioner
Shows the Royal Baking Pow
der the Best In the State.
The last report of the Minnesota State
Food and Dairy Commission contains
the details of the State Chemists’ ex
periments and analysis to d’termine
the strength and keeping quad Jes of
the various baking powders. Samples
of the numerous brands on sale in this
State were purchased and first analyzed
to ascertain their leavening power. The
Koyal Baking power is shown by the
tests of both State analysts, Prof. Eber-
man and Prof. Drew, to contain the
Th* Captain ef th* Sehoonar D. H.
Rains Lost In a Cyclone-
London, Nov. 80.—The mate of the
schooner D. H. Bains, at Liverpool from
St. Simons, says the eyclone encoun
tered by that vessel on its voyage was
- - the worst he had ever experienced. Th#
greatest amount of leavening gas of the I captain was washed overboard and it
cream of tartar powders thus purchased impossible to make th* slight**!
and tested. Hence this powder is offi - - * •
dally ranked at the bead of the list.
The report attaches great importance
to a series of experiments made to as
certain the character, efficiency and
keeping qualities of the ponders. Bak
“Yon don’t mean that’s Jane’s skirt,
“Yes, I do."
“Why, it’s larger than yourn."
“I know iL She’s taller than 1 be.
She’s grown all ont of everything lately.
I’ve let down tucks an hems, an pieced
at the top, an now her pink gingham is
most np to her knees. I had to buy her
this new so she’d look decent to go to
school. Jane, come here a minute.”
Then Jane came in hesitatingly. Her
small head, with its mat of fair braids,
drooped forlornly, her slender shoulders
were bent. She pulled down her pink
skirt nervously, trying to make it longer.
“Stand np here ’side of me,” ordered
her mother. “I want Mis. Mason to see
how mnch taller yon be.”
Jane’s pretty yonng face flushed pink.
She stood beside her mother, and the
tears started in her eyes, although she
tried to smile.
“You can’t get through the door if you
don’t stop pretty soon, Jane,” laughed
Mrs. Mason, who was visiting the Wards.
•‘I never see such a sight. An she ain’t
“She ain’t fifteen till next month," IP
plied Mrs. Ward. An if she don’t git her
growth till she’B eighteen 1 don’t know
where she’ll be. Her father tells her he's
goin to hire her out by an by for a tel
egraph pole. r
Jane laughed feebly when her mother
and Mrs. Ward did. Then she stole back
to the doorstep, audthe tears rolled down
her cheeks. It was nearly time for her
to start to schooL Presently her mother
came with her dinner paiL “Here’s
yonr dinner,” said she. “You’d better
start before long, so as not to hurry. It’s
a pretty warm rnorn’n.
“Yes’m,” said Jane. She kept her
face tnrned away from her mother so
her tear stained eyes should not be no
“Yon shall have yonr new dress to wear
tomorrow,” said her mother as she final
ly started with her school books under
her arm and the dinner pail swinging.
“Yon Blu-ii’t wear that short thing
Jane tngged at her pink dress skirt as
she went ont of the yard; she even
stooped a little to make it look longer.
Nobody knew how sore Jane’s heart was
over her heighL She had a mile to walk
to school, and she never thought of any
thing else all the way.
Presently she came to a large white
house, with a crabapple tree in the front
yard. Mary Etta anil Maria Starr lived
there, and she saw the flutter of their
blue dresses at the gate. They were
waiting for her.
“Hullo!” said Mary Etta as Jane drew
“Hullo!” responded Jane, trying to
make her voice cheerful.
Maria wan eating a crabapple and did
not say “hullo!” bnt presently both she
and her sister stared wonderingly at
“What's the matter?" asked Mary Etta
“Nothin’* the matter.”
“Yes there is too. Yon’ve been cryin.
—Jane said nothing.
“She’s mad.” said Maria.
Mary Etta lingered. “What’s the
matter?” she asked again, quitelovingly.
“Nothin’s the matter. 1 wish yon’d
let me alone,” cried Jane, with a burst
of tears. That was euongli. Mary Etta
and Maria hurried up the road, with curt
switches of their bine starched skirts,
and Jane plodded miserably on behind
Poor Jane was the tallest girl in school
and unt only that, but the tallest scholar:
not one of the boys was as tall as she,
and- not only that, bnt ahe was taller
than the teacher. It did seem to Jane
that the committee ought to have chosen
a teacher who was taller, just ont of re
gard to the becoming and suitable ap
pearance of the schooL A stranger
effort to save him. Th* hug* waves I might almost have taken her for the
opened th* deck seams and wrecked teacher, especially since her hair was
everything portable.^ The main boom done up.
itroyed | ^hen the bell had rung, Jane sat at
her desk, her pink shoulders and her
pretty, pink face above all the others.
A Severe Blizzard Strikes Norfolk—Moto
Norfolk, Nov. 80.—Norfolk is a
winter city. A blizzard, of severity al
most unknown in this section, struck
the city, beginning at abont 2 o’clock in
the morning, ti.componied by sleet,
which later turned into heavy snow,
which now lies seven or eight inches
deep on a level, and has drifted mnch
deeper in places. For the first time in
several years sleighs are on the streets.
Street car travel has been interrupted,
and a semblance of a schedule is only
kept np bv clearing the way with snow
The bay steamer has arrived a little
behind time. The wind, which at Cape
Henry reached fifty miles an hoar, is
off shore, therefore no disasters t>
supposed no wrecks have occnred. This
is the earliest snowstorm in Norfolk
since the signal office was established
here in 1871, and the heaviest ever
known to take place before New Year.
It is colder, with the sky still heavily
overcast, and indication! point to more
snow. At Fortress Monroe it has been
snowing since midnight Saturday, and
is the worst storm seen there in yean.
Snow In North Carolina.
Wilmington, Nov. 80.—Quite a heavy
snowstorm for this section is reported
from various points. At Weldon seven
inches of snow fell; at Battleboro six
inches; Bock Mount, five inehe*. Snow
fell all along the line of the Wilmington
and Weldon railroad. The snowfall
was light here and points farther south.
It is very cold here now.
ONE DOLLAR A YEAR
A Tale of ‘theLand of the Midnight Sun.
was broken, the life boat wni destroyed
and nearly all the provisions spoiled.
The mate and seaman who were steer
ing powders that vary in strength or i„ g were knocked flat on the deck by I *^V\ p T.-£ . n • „ v Lq.
tbft P readily lose strength before use, heavy, and had a narrow escape from She looked like a tail, pmk hollyhock id
are unreliable and will not -give even being beaten te death by loose wreck- I a bed of daisies. This was a trying mo-
results; besides, it is an indication of I age. The crew worked waist high in
the use in their compounding ot im- water at the pump. Thev continued at
proper ingredients. These test were their work four days and nights, until
applied to a large number ot samples they became exhausted. Abont the
of different ages of the three cream tar- same time the coal and water became
tar powders best known in Minnesota, scarce. Fortunately the weather then
They showed the strength or leayening moderated.
power of the Royal very much greater
than that of the others. 1 he uniform- u “• Cr “ ,T
ity of strength of all the samples of New York, Nov. 80.—The case of
Koyal tested was remarkable. Its | Armand, the insane Frenchmen
ment for her. The committee came to
visit the school, and a strange gentle
man and hie-wife came with them.
Jane distinctly saw this strange. lady
torn her white plumed head toward her,
then whisper to her husband. Then she
saw him look at her and ask one of the
committeemen who that tall girl was.
She conld tell what he said by the mo
tion of his lips. Then he told hiB wife,
leavening power was practically unim- who hM for a lone time annoyed Mrs. and a UltUs smile stole over her serene
naired even in its oldest specimens. _ . “ / . face between its soft carls of black hair.
The difference in the amount of leaven- Jane thought she was laughing at her.
t“ l.akiDR. tor rr.mm.tion. but no oEciol
„ found report will be given ont for several
11 tbe day*. The doctors state that Armand
Drew I coffering from what is known os
the same row, leaned forward until she
conld see her, and tittered. Mary Etta,
in the seat behind, pnlled her sister’s arm
to make her stop, but she did not heed.
Jane saw the committee and the
strange lady and gentleman go ont,
while the teacher stood courtesying at
the door, and all through a nearing cloud
of tears. When the door closed after
the company she hooped her arms aronnd
her face, and laid it down on the desk.
The teacher came and stood beside her,
and asked her what the matter was.
Jane only shook her head and wepL
“Are yon sick?” asked the teacher, j
bending low over her.
“No, ma’am,” sobbed Jane. She would
no* say another word, and the teacher
went back to her desk and.called a class.
“Jane,” she said presently, in a.clear,
authoritative voice, “Yon may go out
and get a pail of water.”
The teacher meant it very kindly; it
was considered quite a privilege to get a
pail of water, and then pass it aronnd in
tin dipper; she thought it wonld serve
to distract Jane’s mind from her grief,
whatever it might be.
Bnt it was dreadfnl for poor Jane to
pull herself up to her full height and
crawl slowly down the aisle, with her
arms crooked in a pink ring aronnd her
face, and all the school looking. She
stumbled over a protruding nail, and
everybody tittered, and the teacher called
out, “Hnshr’ sharply.
Jane went ont with the water pail, bnt
instead of filling it from the pnmp near
the school honse tfiie sat it down on the
platform and fled desperately down the
road to a little bridge over a brook.
Her mind was made up, she wonld
not go back to school, she had never
been so miserable in her life, and the
misery was all the greater because she
was ashamed of it and ashamed to con
fess iL She did not want to tell even
her mother that she minded so much be
cause she was tall; she crouched low
down in the bushes and wepL
Presently she heard a quick patter of
bare feet on the bridge, then a break in
Hallo!” called a hesitating voice.
Jane made no sonnd.
Ho, you needn’t play yon ain’t there,”
said the voice. “1 see yon come in here.
I was looking ont of the window. I
raised my hand when teacher asked
where yon was, and she sent me ont here
to fetch the water, and to tell yon to
Jane looked np and saw a boy’s face
peering down at her from the top of the
bank, his brown cheeks flushing, bi3 red
lips parting in a bashful laugh.
I ain’t ever goiug back to school,
Robbie,” said Jane with a sob. All the
old childish comradeship seemed to come
back to her, site had not seen much of
him for a year or two; she had played
more with girls.
•I don’t care, you’re the prettiest girl
in school anyhow.” said Robert in a
“Why, Robert Carnes! I ain’L”
“Ye*, yon are.”
“Oh, Robbie—maybe 1 shall be—taller
than l am now.”
“I don’t care if yon are. you’ll always
be the prettiest. Come along.”
“] ain’t going back to schooL”
“Teacher won’t like it.”
“1 can’t help it.”
“Oh, couie along.”
“1 won’t.” The girl’s pink face tnrned
np toward him like a pink flower from
the hushes. There was a look in it that
the,l*»y knew well. He knew that when
lim old playmate said “I won’t” in that
tone, she didn’t.
Robert seated himself on the bank and
began to whistle. Jane looked at him;
she conld see his slender shoulders in his
little homemade bine and white shirt,
and his handsome face gazing ahead ab
stractedly as he whistled.
“Why don’t yon go back to school?”
she asked hesitatingly.
Oh, I ain’t going bac k if yon ain’L”
‘Why not, Fd like to know?”
‘ ’Canse I ain’L Say, Mary Etta has
got her head down on her desk crying
cause yon don’t come in, and I seen
Maria passing along some crab apples to
put in yonr desk.”
Jane said nothing. Robert whistled
Jane waited a minute. “Well, I’ll
come,” said she. “You go ahead and
it the water.”
There was » leap of bare feet over the
bridge, and Jane came ont from the
irm of flower butterflies, with unde
fined conviction that brought comfort in
her childish heart, that however tall she
grew, although she might ontgrow all
her dresses, she would never ontgrow
ly impair their uaefuin-** in
As much as 24 per cer* it- *
in samples a few months o
samples of Royal exarv n.
were reported of sati • ct y
She did not dream that the lady hud no
ticed her because her face was so pretty,
and not because she was so tall.
The geography class came and the vis
itors were still there. Jane filed ont with
, length paramoia, and that he is a very danger- th e y^t. She thought she had her lesson
patient. They prononneebim sane perfectly, bnt die missed in bounding
npun all subjects otner^ thanJris, mind | ^ had to go down.
MANY, MANY THANKS1
A Pleasing Letter From a Pleasant
Mr. Editor :—Please allow me a
small space in your columns in which
I want to thank our g d »r.d kin$ Mr.
love for Mrs. Alexander. While the
doctors believe and say that he should
be confined, they are combatted by his
action of bis f 1 ads, who protest
against depriving aim of his liberty,
and are ready with their habeas-corpus
to open confining doors.
bit of a girl in a long sleeved apron went
above her. She had a conviction that the
visitors were saying, “What! that great,
tall, grown np girl with her hair done
However, the change brought her next
to Robert Carnes: he shuffled his bare
toes uneasily on the line, as he hounded
Venezuela in a high, sweet voice; then
Ve pollygized too quick. Bob Hall
tOthaJ tome » t
r> >»* effect that
out ot **
8 But Billy’j
an old story
, he had been
Hlz Last Prayer.
„ Hopkinsville, Ky., Nov. 80.—J. C. Tt . uesu
Bloomfield and also th young ladies of Hot?ardj a wea lthy dtizon of Muhlen- he cast a quick, ehamefaced, bnt wholly
tbe Lucy Cobb for*nice Thanksgiving COT1I1 ty, was engaged in prayer at sympathetic glance at Jane, which ahe
dinner. Mr. Bloomfleb. <s always I ^ Greenville Presbyterian church felt rather than saw, bnt it comforted
ready and willing to do i»rmething for ^ben he dropped deadfronn heart die- ^er. She and Robert were near neigh-
the comfort and pleasure f his little
busy bees. I had such a nice time. It
was my first visit there, and I hope it
will not bo tbe lust.
Many, many thanks.
Them from; one of the little busy
Athens, Ga., Nov. 29tb, 1891.
case. He was 80 years old aad had
been an elder in the ohnrch for forty
A dispatch from St. Petersburg,
states that the imperial family hav*
itarted from Crimea on their return
journey to this city. .Crowds of ragged
and starving peasants wait at th* sta
tions along the route to pre**nt peti
tions to the czar, imploring help. Th*
gendarmes are nnable to prevent the
people from assembling. Reports from
THE BAZAAR A SUCCESS.
bors, and when they were children had
played together a great deal.
Bnt the worst came when one of the
committeemen addressed the school, and
in the course of his remarks said dis
tinctly that intellect was not to be meas
ured by size, and he often noticed that
the smallest scholars had their lessens
mnch better than those who were taller
and older. Jane felt that he referred to
her and little Hattie Baker and the
TSSfiE “S'.'tStMT.S? i lome of tb. tafeMMdiK pro.mcj.
« one day. opposite post offloe.
It Closes After a Most ZSuccessful Ex
The bazaar given by the Ladies’ Aux
i'.iary of the Young Men’s Christian
Association has closed.
And that it was a complete and mag
nificent success goes without saying.
The Art Loan, the supper, the doll
show, the magic lantern entertainment,
the concert and the many attractions of
the exhibition were all splendidly suc
cessful, and were the means of accom
plishing what the Ladies’ Abxiliary
bad soearaesrly desired.
The patronage on the part of the citi
zens was mo-t liberal, aud tbe receipts
of the series of entertainments reached
The ladiea bavo not as yet made np
tbeir figures upon the net profits but it
i9 safe to say that they will amount to
several hundred dollars.
And the Y. M. C. A. rooms will be
carjieted and furnished, for whatever
the good ladies start outdo is always
done well aud handsomely.
Tall? Yes, very. She stood
above the average man.
Slight? No. That is too poetical a
word to be in any way applied to the
heroine of this little tale, whose lean,
scrawny figure looked for all the world
like a series of badly connected angles,
and whose stooping shoulders and nar
row chest were clad in a faded black
This garment, with its rnsty surface
and pnlled seams, suited well the sad
looking woman into whose dreary life
came one little bit of color, which I shall
try to describe.
Her face corresponded well with the
rest of her appearance, for it was faded
and worn, aud surrounded by a fringe of
straight, -lusty brown hair, pnlled tight
ly back from the sallow, weary face,
whose one redeeming feature was the
eyes—dark gray, and oh, so sad!
She had that expression of wistful
waiting sometimes seen iu the eyes of a
faithful dog who has lost hia master, and
seems ever to wait, always patiently, and
to watch ever expectantly for the beloved
She was a Norwegian, named Etta,
and lived in our family as cook for near
ly a year.
Weeks passed by and e?.:ly ? tnmn,
which had brought her to us, shed leafy
tears, aud departed suddenly, leaving
ns all unprepared for winter’s advent,
which annonneed itself in a cold, dismal
Up to this time Etta had never re
ceived a letter or any communication
from the ontside world. never left
the honse, and scorned the idea of an
afternoon ouL However, on this drizzly
day, there was a surprise, a great sur
prise, for Etta was discovered holding
an open letter tightly grasped in one
hand. But when she found herself re
garded, it was hastily thrust into a
voluminous pocket in her skirt.
Now this pocket was a marvel in it
self. as it could hold myriads of things.
Why, one day 1 saw her produce a pil
low case, a workbox, scissors and a brass
thimble at one fell swoop; at ai.otlier
time—but 1 am wandering far away
from the letter and its consequences.
The mysterious epistle was seen sev
eral timed’ again, and ’ - glimpses
showed it to be worn and rump.ed with
mnch reading. No doubt it would have
been read and rereud out. of existence
had cot another, fresh and clean, re
placed the first.
This I took from the postman, and so
had a chance to the uneven, char
acterless writing, the Christiania post
mark and Norwegian stamp. It was
followed a week later by another, then
I became interested, for I felt 1 was on
the track of a real, live romance.
The pale, tired taco seemed to grow
brighter in those days *md for the first
time Etta made frequent trips to the
city, returning laden with bundles of
every size and description. All her spare
time was now employed in B e wing. Cali
coes and prints w«.re made pnd laid
aside. For some reas n or other Etta
was replenishing he- 'tear bnt scant and
somewhat dilapidate *,« drobe.
Another link in tn chain! thought 1,
and began to imagine the arrival of a
stalwart Norwegian lover left in Nor
way two years before, when she had
come to try her fortune ia America.
Letters came more f -quently, and
Etta grew corresponding] brighter aud
cheerier—she even seemed to try to hold-
herself more erectly, for otten the bent
shoulders were suddenly straightened as
she went abont her work. Her voice,
formerly so tired and hopeless, took on a
more cheerful tone.
Not the least remarkable >f Etta’s
peculiarities was her manner of speak
ing; slowly and lispingly came the
broken English, which was at first so
bard to understand. Such a sad mix
ture of her mother tongue and this new,
strange language, such verbal combina
tions and misplaced plurals were never
About this time I mentioned my ro
mantic notions to my mother, bnt she
only langhed, being entirely unable to
connect Etta’s sad appearance with
lover, Norwegian or of any other land.
She called me a romancer, bnt I still felt
sure I was righL
Sooner than I expected came the chance
to vindicate myself, for the next day as
I sat idly by the window, watching the
passers by, my attention was attracted
by a queer little figure way down the
street, which came on toward the house
at a rattling pace, gayly swinging a huge
cane and puffing vigorously at a mam
moth cigar. At a distance it was im
possible to tell whether he was boy or
man, such a comical, little figure he was,
dressed in a snuff colored suit, with a
rose in his buttonhole and the tiniest
derby imaginable tilted over one ear.
Gazing laughingly at him, I was just
telling my mother to look at that absnrd
little creature, when what was onr sur
prise to see Etta, the staid, the quiet,
dash wildly across the lawn, rush down
to the gate, and throwing her arms
abont tbe little fellow’s neck kiss him
Gist on one cheek and then on the other.
hesitating, said, “My cousin haf corned
That was all, bnt my theory waa
proved, and I made use of that timeworn
and aggravating phrase, “What did I
Days came and went, and so did - the
little Norwegian, but nothing was said
of an approaching marriage. Parcels
poured in iqion ns, and Etta sewed stead
ily on. Each afternoon Auguste (we
learned his name) appeared, apparently
pro pel let l by the regular motion of the
big cane. Somehow he always seemed
like a pieceof machinery, for his appear
ance never changed—always the snnff
colored suit, the little hat and the but
tonhole bouquet; and he seemed to go
ami come mechanically, enveloped in a
cloud of smoke puffed from the big cigar.
Etta owned one thing strangely ont of
keeping with her other possessions. It
was a large gold watch, attached to an
old fashioned chain, from which dangled
two or three odd, foreign looking charms
of fiue workmanship. She was very fond
of it, as it had belonged to her mother,
and wore it always, till at last it seemed
almost a part of herself. Seeing her
without it one day, I exclaimed imme
diately, as I thought she must have
She waited a moment before implying
and then said slowly, “I haf lend it to
She then told me that Auguste was a
barber by trade, and had come to Amer
ica with money she had sent him for the
After the disappearance of the watch
Auguste came less frequently, and as
time went on seldom appeared oftener
than once a week. ' There was no more
sewing, and Etta began to look more as
of old. Little by little the happy light
faded from her face, and the gray eyes
became sadder by contrast, perhaps,
A time came when weeks passed with
out- a sign of the little Norwegian, bnt
one day a letter arrived for Etta in the
same crooked writing. Some time later
in the'day, going int- the kitchen, I
found Etta leaning on the table, the let
ter crnmpled in her clinched hands and
her face buried in her arms.
I touched her gently oh the shoulder,
but got no other response than the low,
stifled sobs which shook the poor, thin
body from head to foot. At last she
raised her sorrow strickeu f to*, and lift
ing her eyes to mine said slowly, with
her lisping accent, “I haf to go vay; 1
haf sorrow, great sorrow.”
She would tell but littl, of her story.
She was to have married her cousih in a
few weeks’ time, bnt he had tired of her,
aud~1hat day a letter had come from
him, first begging her to forgive him
and then telling her tliat he had sold her
treasured watch, and by the time she
got that letter wonld have sailed on a
vessel bound for Norway.
“Shall yon, too, go home?” I said.
Slowly and sadly came the answer,
No,” and I felt that with the utterance
of that little word she gave up all hope,
a tid renounced forever all thought of
the happiness she had been picturing for
herself the last few months, as she sat
sewing steadily, ouly pausing now and
then, with a little flush in her pale
cheeks, to softly steal a hand into her
pocket and touch the letters Bhe always
Next morning Etta conld not be found.
In a corner of her room stood A. little
hair trunk 1 bclj-d with a Norwegian
address and tilled with the garments BO
recently finished. It was corded ;up and
sent to Christiana; it may have reached
its destination or it may not, its fate ia
as uncertain as Etta’s own. The poor
woman, tired, disappointed and hope
less, had vanished that night, taking
witli her little else than her sad, sad
I often picture her with her Btooping
shoulders and pallid, tear stained face,
every vestige of love aud hope gone out,
wandering away into the night and gaz
ing np at the stars, so serene and far
away, as she murmurs, “Forsaken, for
saken.”—F. L. C. in Boston Herald.
Men Make Their Own Feet.
A man makes his own feet. Just re
member how natty and small yonr feet
were when yon went courting Amelia or
Clara, and how splay they are now in
yonr easy slippers as yon sit before Mrs.
Amelia or Mrs. Clara at the breakfast
table, surrounded by little Tommy, little
Amelia and the rest of the young brood.
Yon don’t care a fig now what numbered
shoes yon wear, as long as yonr corns
don’t trouble yon. Consequently yon go
slopping through life in Bhoea made upon
a No. 9 “common sense” last, and are
ready to see the shoemaker and go him
one better if yon feel a little pressure
anywhere. Well, some men were born
in the condition of mind which time
and domesticity have brought to yon,
and such men have big feet all their
lives.—Kate Field’s Washington.
hay aud straw of their landlords.
hotter and hotter.
Maria Starr, who was three desks off m tf * IWE I ^ PMMfl*** 1
* ne man, after a few qniet bnt ear
nest straggles, managed to free himself
from her long, thin arms, and looked np
into her face, so high above him, with
pleasure surely, bnt without a trace of
On closer inspection it proved to be
such a fnnny, rosy, childish face that it
was impossible to look at it without
laughing. Etta seemed to find it so, for,
smiling happily, she escorted him back
to the honse, her long arm linked in his
short one, almost lifting him from the
ground at every step, and presently we
heard the low monotone of their voices
in the kitchen below.
Not the least queer thing about this
queerest of queer men was a yellow
shock of hair, plastered down in care
fully arranged scallops all aronnd hia
chubby face. I suppose it never occurred
to bim that the back of hia head was
ever seen, for there the hair stood
straight out in bristly points.
Soon Etta appeared, aud blusl
A Desirable Work.
“Carton has written a story that’ll
make yonr hair curl,” said Mawson.
“Get it for me, for goodness’ sake!"
said Mrs. M. “It’ll save me from burn
ing my fingers off with the tonga.”—
Try BLACK-DRAUGHT~te»Tir PyipepiU.
A Sunday School Lesson —City
Attorney Rucker po3ed as a Sunday
School teacher vesterday in Mayor’s
court Col B. H. Noble put up as a
witness a little negro girl only five
years old. “Hold on,” said Mr. Ruck
er, “let’s see if she knows what an oath
is ” 1 who made you?” asked Mr.
Rucker. “The Lord.” was tbe quick
reply. “'Where were you born ?” “In
Crawford.” “Where will you go if yon
tell a lie?” “To torment.” “Put
your hand on the book,” said Mr.
Rucker. And the oath was adminis
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