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<br />HISTORICAL1
<br />GIETY,
<br />VOL. 'L. -._NO, 38.
<br />HASTINGS. MINN.. -SATI tDAY. JUNE 13
<br />1908.
<br />Si per tear i■ Advance.
<br />Lamson Pride
<br />By CLARISSA MACKIE.
<br />Copyrighted. 1905, by Associated
<br />Literary Press.
<br />Seymour frowned savagely into the
<br />fire and rumpled his hair with impa-
<br />tient fingers.
<br />"If you would listen to reason," be-
<br />gan Pauline argumentatively, but her
<br />fiance Interrupted her.
<br />"Reason!" he snorted contemptuous-
<br />ly. "There is no such word as reason
<br />in a woman's vocabulary."
<br />Miss Lamson arose from her seat
<br />and surveyed him with cool hauteur.
<br />"You forget yourself, Mr. Seymour.
<br />Remember, please, that you have not
<br />now and never will have the right to
<br />address me in that manner. I beg you
<br />will excuse me, sir. Good night." She
<br />swept from the room while Seymour
<br />stared miserably after her.
<br />Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and
<br />Pauline did not return. Then Seymour
<br />got upon his feet and, taking his hat
<br />and stick, left the house with a sense
<br />of deep injury, somewhat tempered by
<br />the knowledge that he was entirely in
<br />the wrong. If Polly wanted the dining
<br />room on the south side of the new
<br />house they were building, what mat-
<br />ter?
<br />His own wishes were for a cool,
<br />shady dining room on the north side of
<br />the house, while the library occupied
<br />the sunny southern exposure, where
<br />Pauline could _have blooming plants in
<br />the windows and where be could see
<br />her bright head bending over her sew-
<br />ing when he looked up from his work.
<br />What evil spirit had tempted him to
<br />• argue the question with her and to act
<br />. like an unmannerly brute? Now there
<br />• would be no home at all. He turned
<br />in at the club and spent the evening in
<br />solitary wretchedness.
<br />Miss Lamson made dignified haste to
<br />-her-own room, where she locked the
<br />door and confided to her pillow that
<br />Bob Seymour was a sour, cross, crab-
<br />bed old thing and that she was glad
<br />they would never be married. Upon
<br />this reflection she sobbed more bitterly.
<br />Finally, when the fury of her brief
<br />mental storm had subsided, she heard
<br />the closing of the front door and the
<br />echo of familiar footsteps on the pave-
<br />ment dying into silence.
<br />She sat up energetically,
<br />"Pauline Lamson, you are a little
<br />tools' she soliloquized. "If Bob waste
<br />the library on the south side of the
<br />house, what difference does It make to
<br />you? He has to work in there Most of
<br />the day, while the dining room is only
<br />used at mealtimes, and it doesn't mat-
<br />ter where It is. Now there won't be
<br />any library, north or south, nor any
<br />dining room nor anything, for I cannot
<br />go back on my word. A Lamson never
<br />does that!"
<br />She sobbed herself into a most un-
<br />pleasant slumber, which was broken
<br />by frequent lapses into wakefulness,
<br />and at last a gray morning dawned.
<br />And all the mornings and afternoons
<br />ti were gray after that, for Bob Seymour
<br />did not come to sue for pardon, and
<br />neither did Pauline send the little note
<br />which would have brought him repent-
<br />ant to her feet.
<br />It was Seymour pride against Lam-
<br />son pride, and so Love drew his rosy
<br />mantle about him and spread his wings
<br />to be about other and more profitable
<br />business.
<br />• • • • • • •
<br />"I came by the new house today.
<br />Pauline, and it is a dear!" Emilie
<br />Raymond helped herself to another
<br />bonbon from the dish on Pauline's tea
<br />table and nibbled it appreciatively.
<br />"Yes?' Pauline's voice was faint,
<br />and there was a pink flash in either
<br />cheek.
<br />"Yes!" mimicked Miss Raymond pet-
<br />ulantly. "Your indifference is well as-
<br />sumed, Polly, dear, but" -
<br />"Emilie," said Pauline, with sadden
<br />decision, "I must tell you -I haven't
<br />told another soul -that Bob Seymour
<br />and I are not going to be married!"
<br />Miss Raymond uttered a surprised
<br />shriek.
<br />"Polly Lamson, what do yon mean?
<br />Why, I was talking with Bob not five
<br />minutes ago -he was standing on the
<br />steps of the new -house-and from
<br />what he said"- She paused with em-
<br />barrassment and busied herself with
<br />the bonbon dish.
<br />"What did he say?" Pauline's tone
<br />was icily cold.
<br />"Why -now, dear, of course I don't
<br />understand anything about the matter,
<br />but he said when I hinted that I would
<br />like to go over the house, 'Mrs. Sey-
<br />mour will have that pleasure in the
<br />spring,' and he smiled so naturally
<br />that I supposed"- She looked ex-
<br />pressively at her friend.
<br />"It is probably some one else -some
<br />other girl," smiled Pauline stiffly.
<br />"It might be," was the disconcerting
<br />reply. "I did see him talking to Linda
<br />Burton the other day, and just as I
<br />passed them Linda was saying, 'I
<br />much prefer the library in green too.'
<br />I didn't think anything about it at the
<br />time, but -Linda Is certainly attrac-
<br />tive."
<br />"Linda is a dear," gushed Pauline,
<br />pouring herself another cup of tea.
<br />"Well," remarked Emilie practically,
<br />"of course I'm surprised to hear that
<br />your engagement is broken, but I
<br />must say that Linda Burton can cer-
<br />tainly make that house look like a
<br />dream. She is an artist."
<br />"That is so," said Pauline soberly.
<br />"Linda's gowns are lovely."
<br />After Emilie Raymond had fluttered
<br />away to another tea table and proba-
<br />bly to other confidences Pauline fled
<br />to her own room, where she spent a
<br />very quiet hour. Then just as the
<br />dusk was falling she donned her wraps
<br />and crept out of the house and along
<br />the avenue to that pleasant cross
<br />street whereon stood the house of dis-
<br />sension, the house that had been built
<br />with love as adviser and architect.
<br />Pauline approached it timidly from
<br />the opposite side of the street. She
<br />would rather die than meet Bob Sey-
<br />mour in that vicinity. She could dimly
<br />see that the house was quite complet-
<br />ed, a lawn graded and turfed with
<br />green, and -strange to relate -it was
<br />illuminated from top to bottom, and
<br />there were people moving about in-
<br />side. She slipped across the street and
<br />entered the yard. Along the north wall
<br />of the house ran a flagged path to the
<br />rear, and when she had walked along
<br />this path she found herself directly
<br />beneath a brightly lighted bow win-
<br />dow. Some one was speaking.
<br />"ThLs is to be the library, Linda," said
<br />Bob Seymour's voice, "and it will be
<br />green, of course."
<br />"You are making a mistake, Bob, in
<br />using this room for the library. The
<br />south room is much more suitable."
<br />"Polly planned it this way, and I
<br />want it to be exactly as she wishes."
<br />There was au obstinate note In Bob's
<br />voice that Pauline knew well. She ut-
<br />tered n bewildered little gasp at the
<br />complications of the situation.
<br />"Very well," said Linda cheerfully.
<br />"I onlrwtah Polly were here to give
<br />her opinion about that shade of green.
<br />But I am very grateful to you, BQb, for
<br />giving me au opportunity to display my
<br />talents as a professional decorator. I
<br />shall hope for an avalanche of orders
<br />after this. Why don't you ran up and
<br />get Polly? We could decide all these
<br />puzzling matters at once."
<br />"I don't believe she could come down
<br />this evening," came Bob's voice eva-
<br />sively and rather despondently. Pan -
<br />line choked. He was clinging to a last
<br />hope that she would relent before it
<br />was too late. He was comforting him-
<br />self with the hope that their engage-
<br />ment was not formally broken.
<br />A moment later she found herself
<br />speeding through the wide hall into the
<br />library. She slipped her hand through
<br />Bob's arm, and she felt his start of sur-
<br />prise and then the warm, firm pressure
<br />of his hand upon her own.
<br />"I came down to help choose the dec-
<br />orations, Bob;" she said breathlessly.
<br />"Good! Now everything will be all
<br />right!" exclaimed Linda gayly.
<br />And so it was.
<br />A Rule For Dramatists.
<br />A dramatist must never keep a se-
<br />cret from hie audience, although this
<br />is one of the favorite devices of the
<br />novelist. Let us suppose for a moment
<br />that the spectators were not let -into
<br />the secret of Hero's pretty plot in
<br />"Much Ado," to bring Beatrice and
<br />Benedlck together. Suppose that, like
<br />the heroine and the hero, they were led
<br />to believe that each was truly in love
<br />with the other. The inevitable reVela-
<br />tion of this error would produce a
<br />shock of surprise that would utterly
<br />scatter their attention, and while they
<br />were busy making over their former
<br />conception of the situation they would
<br />have no eyes nor ears for what was
<br />going on upon the stage. In a hovel
<br />the true character of a hypocrite is
<br />often hidden until the book is nearly
<br />through; then when the revelation
<br />comes the reader has plenty of time to
<br />think back and see how deftly he has
<br />been deceived. But in a play a rogue
<br />must be known to be a rogue at his
<br />first entrance. The other characters th
<br />the play may be kept in the dark until
<br />the last act, but the audience must
<br />know the secret all the time. In fact,
<br />any situation which shows a character
<br />waffering from a lack of such knowl-
<br />edge as the audience holds secure al-
<br />ways produces a telling effect upon the
<br />stage. The spectators are aware of
<br />Ittgo's villainy and know of Desde-
<br />mona's innocence. The play would not
<br />be nearly so strong if, like Othello,
<br />they were kept ignorant of the trutb.-
<br />North American Review.
<br />Apostrophe to • Champion Cow.
<br />Hail, 0 champion nurser of the 1111.
<br />man race! Hail, 0 quiet chewer of
<br />nutritious cud! Blessed be peace and
<br />open air, beasts and sunlight, and espe-
<br />cially blessed be this cow; of her we
<br />sing. Hall, Pauline; number 48,426 -If
<br />that name you love, 0 batter champion
<br />a the world! Think of giving 104.4
<br />pounds of milk in a single day imd also
<br />at a high average of fat!
<br />I think I could turn and live with ani-
<br />mals, they are so placid and self
<br />I stand and look at them long and long.
<br />They do not sweat and whine about their
<br />They do not Ile awake in the dark and
<br />weep for their sins.
<br />They do not make me sick discussing
<br />their duty to God.
<br />Not one is dissatisfied, not one is de-
<br />mented with the mania of owning
<br />Not one kneels to another nor to his kind
<br />that lived thousands of years ago.
<br />Not one is respectable or unhappy over
<br />the whole earth.
<br />Would the pen of Homer were our
<br />own, for we have no taste to celebrate
<br />the feats of admirals and presidents,
<br />prizefighters and millionaires and would
<br />fain do justice to the cow, for she by
<br />her own unaided miglit can support
<br />thirty babies on this earth.-Oollier's
<br />Weekly.
<br />The Hard Knocks.
<br />"This old world at best Is only an
<br />anvil and life a sort of Plutonian
<br />blacksmith, that, with varying blows,
<br />strikes us into form. The blow that
<br />hurts us most may shape us best"
<br />Deeply Affecting.
<br />"And when," said Mrs. Nuvoreesh,
<br />"those French pheasants came by sing-
<br />ing the Mayonnaise it was too deeply
<br />touching for words." -Success Maga-
<br />A BAD PLAN OF TRAVEL-
<br />Lamson
<br />RAVEL.-
<br />The Scheme That Worried One Woman
<br />on Har Trip Abroad.
<br />"When I hear of people joyfully mak.
<br />lug plans for their first trip abroad,"
<br />said a man who has made many a
<br />transatlantic voyage, "I am tempted to
<br />give them a little bit of advice, based,
<br />of course, on my own observations, but
<br />particularly upon a remark made to
<br />me by a middle aged woman whose
<br />seat in the saloon was next to mine on
<br />my return trip last summer. This wo-
<br />man had a husband, and it was to him
<br />that she referred in answering my
<br />question one day. I asked her what
<br />she had been doing on the other side.
<br />She looked halt quizzically, half re-
<br />proachfully, at her spouse and said.
<br />'Well, my principal occupation was
<br />trying to keep track of John.'
<br />"It developed that her concern was
<br />not over what John might do in Euro-
<br />pean capitals, but simply related to
<br />the difficulty each had in meeting the
<br />other after ,pursuing their several
<br />ways in a strange city, she to browse
<br />among the shops and he, an Inveterate
<br />sightseer, to visit this, that and the
<br />other spot of interest. Their general
<br />scheme, as I was informed, was to di-
<br />verge, say, in the morning, following
<br />their respective bents and arranging
<br />to meet at a certain place at a certain
<br />time. The plan sounds feasible, but it
<br />is experimental, and, as both of them
<br />found, It was an experiment that didn't
<br />work well. First one would be delayed
<br />and then the other, and if you have
<br />ever waited for a person in a foreign
<br />city you can appreciate the particular
<br />variety of anxiety 'that comes in about
<br />ten minutes. There's a feeling. that
<br />something has happened to the missing
<br />person, for one thing, and, for another,
<br />there's an increasing realization. that
<br />you yourself are wasting time. If you
<br />start out to look up the delinquent, the
<br />case becomes practically hopeless. The
<br />needle 1n the haystack is easy com-
<br />pared to that search. When the re-
<br />union does come at dinner time 1n the
<br />hotel or pension, explanations are re-
<br />ceived with tears or haughty disdain.
<br />Oh, I know; I've been through it." -
<br />New York Press.
<br />A Kaleidoscope of Fashions.
<br />For my part I commend a quick
<br />changing fashion and could I have
<br />chosen my period would have fixed on
<br />the fickle years of the first empire,
<br />when fashions shifted from week to
<br />week, and that, too, with such fine
<br />shades of difference that only the most
<br />frivolous could follow them. Then the
<br />great conqueror brought to Pub -Um
<br />from the ends of the earth, muslina
<br />from India, garlands of roses from
<br />Bengal, stuffs shining with 'gold and
<br />silver from Cairo; from Turkey, of
<br />course, turbans, and from the far east
<br />shawls -shawls from Kashmir, from
<br />Persia and from the Levant; shawls
<br />particolored, blue -bright blue -and red
<br />and green and black and the clear
<br />yellow of the sun; shawls patterned
<br />with all the interlacings of Asian ca-
<br />price and fit not only to hang from the
<br />shoulders of the fair, but to give a
<br />coquette of eastern fancy day loug
<br />visions of the orient From the past
<br />for all time as well u all the earth
<br />was then Napoleon's, came the fashiou
<br />of the troubadours -chapeaux a Cre
<br />a l'enfant, lending to a very modem
<br />period who can say what charmine
<br />Gothic airs? How do not inic.h revolu
<br />lions of fashion* enlarge the feminine
<br />heart and teach it to live In all age,
<br />and all climatesi-Lucy M. Donnelly h.
<br />Atlantic. •
<br />The Adored One.
<br />He is a confirmed bachelor. In fact
<br />his attitude toward women is almost
<br />bete noire is a new acquaintance of hie
<br />sister, Miss Blank.
<br />He met her In the street the other
<br />day and, seeing no way out of it. stop-
<br />ped and spoke to her. She saw how he
<br />was fidgeting to get away and said:
<br />"You seem very preoccupied. Ab, I
<br />knowl You are thinking of the one
<br />you adore "
<br />"I adore no one," was his stiff re -
<br />"You can't deceive me. I know you
<br />are deeply In love. Besides, your sis-
<br />ter showed me a photo of the object of
<br />your devotion only last night It isn't
<br />a type I admire. But, there, every one
<br />to his taste. I won't tell any one.
<br />And before he could reply she was
<br />When be reached home he said to his
<br />"What girl's photo did you show Miss
<br />Blank last night?"
<br />"Not any. The only photo I showed
<br />ber was one of yourself."
<br />Then it dawned upon him what bibs
<br />Blank was driving at -London Scraps.
<br />A "Washing" Mission.
<br />The visiting housekeeper recently de-
<br />scribed in the New York Sun must be
<br />a stout armed angel or she would never
<br />have lived io write the entry in her
<br />daybook quoted below:
<br />"Washed the sick woman in bed.
<br />washed and dressed four children, did
<br />the washing, scrubbed two floors,
<br />washed the dishes. wasbed the win-
<br />dows."
<br />A discriminating glance at this en-
<br />try will disclou the fact that she
<br />washed about everything In tbe house.
<br />How the head of the family escaped
<br />the wash rag is not stated. Perhaps
<br />there was no head.
<br />Wrong Way Around.
<br />"Mr. Purslington says be believes a
<br />man ebould pay as he goes."
<br />Great soulaare not those who Ian
<br />"Judging from the way be gets in
<br />fewer passions and more virtues than
<br />debt, he must be accustomed to travel -
<br />time common, but those only wbo bays
<br />Very Patient.
<br />A doctor, now eaninent, wu at one
<br />time serving as luterne in one of the
<br />Philadelphia hospitals as well as hold-
<br />ing his own with a coterie of rather
<br />gay Mends. On a certain morning the
<br />physician awoke to and that be had
<br />sadly overslept. Sleepily donning his
<br />attire, be hastened to the hospital and
<br />soon a stalwart young Irishman claim-
<br />ed his attention.
<br />"Well, my man, what seems to be
<br />your trouble this morning?" inquired
<br />the doctor, concealing a yawn and tak-
<br />ing the patient by the hand to examine
<br />his pulse.
<br />"Faith, sor, it's all in me breathln',
<br />doctor. I can't git mo breath at all, at
<br />all."
<br />"Tbe pulse is normal, Pat, but let
<br />me examine the lung action a ma
<br />meat," replied the doctor, kneeling be-
<br />side the cot and laying his bead on the
<br />Irishman's chest. "Now let mo bear
<br />you talk," he continued, closing his
<br />eyes and listening attentively for
<br />sounds of pulmonary congestion.
<br />A moment of silence.
<br />"What will 1 be sayin', doctor?"
<br />finally asued the patient.
<br />"Oh, say anything. Count. Count
<br />one, two, three and up, that way,"
<br />murmured the physician drowsily,
<br />"Wan, two, three, fure, five, six."
<br />When the young doctor, with a start,
<br />opened his eyes, Pat was continuing
<br />weakly, "Tiu hundred an' sixty-nine,
<br />tin hundred an' sivinty, Un hundred
<br />an' sivinty-wan"--Success.
<br />Taken Unawares.
<br />It is likely that the most embarrass-
<br />ed man to New York could be found
<br />last Monday In a Sixth avenue store.
<br />He was a mild, inoffensive looking
<br />man. He stood leaning over the bal-
<br />cony that surrounds the first floor of
<br />the store, looking with interest at the
<br />crowd below. Presently his eye alight-
<br />ed on a small boy who was being rush-
<br />ed tress- annum- <e-eeenter -M wet
<br />a very large woman. Just as he look-
<br />ed down at the boy the boy looked up
<br />at him. Instinctively perceiving, with
<br />diabolic instinct, what would be his
<br />own youthful propensity If he occu-
<br />pled a similar point of vantage, the boy
<br />struck a beseeching attitude and called
<br />out in imploring accents:
<br />"Oh, mister; please, mister, don't spit
<br />on me!"
<br />For a man with no Intention of spit-
<br />ting on that particular boy or any one
<br />else the situation was certainly awk-
<br />wark, and the man retired in red faced
<br />confusion. -New York Times,
<br />Queer, but True.
<br />"For this hero splurge," said the ca-
<br />terer, "do the guests know one another
<br />well or are they jest passin' acquaint,
<br />"Oh, they are intimate friends, life-
<br />long friends."
<br />"Then," said the caterer, "I'll add 20
<br />per cent to that estimate if you don't
<br />'Twenty per cent more for lifelong
<br />friends," the caterer insisted. "I'd be
<br />out of pocket otherwitie. A bunch of
<br />friends at a eplurge always eat a fifth
<br />more than a bunch of pulite acquaint-
<br />ances or strangers. Didn't you never
<br />notice that?" he concluded as he recte
<br />led the bill. "You might have noticed
<br />it from your own experience. Among
<br />strangers you're 111 at ease, nervous;
<br />that takes your appetite away. But
<br />with friends you're quite at home, and
<br />you eat like a horse." -New Orleans
<br />Moving Pletures.
<br />Moving picture cameras are remark-
<br />able pieces of mechanism. The films
<br />are on.ly three-quarters of an inch
<br />wide. These are in rolls, sometimes 800
<br />feet long. When taking pictures the
<br />camera man reels off these rolls just
<br />u rapidly u they are =reeled wben
<br />thrown upon the canval for the epee-
<br />tator, at a rate of ten or twelve films
<br />a second. Moving pictures are simply
<br />a number of views throvrn upon a
<br />white sheet one after another 110 rapid-
<br />ly that the eye cannot detect the Inter -
<br />An Author Who Haled Water.
<br />d'Arblay, better known as
<br />Miss Fanny Burney, who tee* such an
<br />important place in the literatare of the
<br />eighteenth century, had an extraordi-
<br />nary and most undesirable peculiarity.
<br />She had the greatest aversion to wash-
<br />ing and water. Sir Henry Rolland
<br />was the physician who attended the
<br />gifted authoress during the last year
<br />of her life, and she confided ta him
<br />that she had not washed for fifteen
<br />yea
<br />Origin of Yankee Pronunciation.
<br />It was these historic Suffolk families
<br />who in the seventeenth century took
<br />over with them to America the pecul-
<br />iar Suffolk pronunciation out of which
<br />has developed elle modern seminasal
<br />Yankee twang. -London Spectator.
<br />A Blind Man's Nuse.
<br />"My great-uncle, who was blind,"
<br />said a Frenchman, "once awned 14,000
<br />In gold louts under a pear tree In his
<br />garden. His neighbor saw him do It
<br />and in the dead of night came and stole
<br />the money, replacing the earth care-
<br />fully.
<br />"Some days later my uncle brought
<br />fifty more louts down to the pear tree
<br />for burial. He soon discovered his
<br />loss, and, silently weeping, he, too, re-
<br />placed the earth.
<br />"He knew whom to suspect, and that
<br />night he called on his neighbor. He
<br />seemed thoughtful and dutralt, and the
<br />neighbor asked him what oppressed his
<br />mind.
<br />"'Well, 1'U tell you,' said my great-
<br />uncle frankly, 'I have 1.000 louts had
<br />away in a safe place-, and today a ten-
<br />ant paid off a mortgage. and I have
<br />another 1.000 louts In cash on my
<br />hands. I don't know whether to seek
<br />out another biding place for this mon-
<br />ey or put it where the other is. What
<br />do you advise?'
<br />"'Why,' said the neighbor eagerly,
<br />'if your first biding place is safe --and
<br />you declare it to be so -I should cer-
<br />tainly put this money there too.'
<br />"My great-uncle said firmly that that
<br />was what he would do. It was the
<br />wisest course. Then he took his leave.
<br />"And when next day he went to the
<br />pear tree again there, sure enough, was
<br />his lost 1,000 louts, all put back again."
<br />-Exchange.
<br />Ingersoll on Clover.
<br />In declining an invitation to a Clover
<br />club dinner once Colonel Robert Inger-
<br />soll wrote:
<br />"A wouderful thing is 'clover.' It
<br />means honey and cream -that 1s to say,
<br />industry and contentment -that is to
<br />say, the happy bees In perfumed fields
<br />and at the cottage gate 'Old Boss,' the
<br />bountiful, serenely chewing satisfac-
<br />tion's cud in that blessed twilight
<br />pause that, like a benediction, falls be-
<br />tween all toll and sleep. This clover
<br />makes me dream of happy hours, of
<br />childhood's rosy cheek*, of dimpled
<br />babes, of wholesome, loving wives, of
<br />honest men, of springs and brookur and
<br />violets and all there is of stainless joy
<br />in peaceful human life.
<br />"A wonderful word is clover! Drop
<br />the 'c,' and you have the happiest of
<br />mankind. Take away the 'c' and `r,'
<br />and you have left the only thing that
<br />makes a heaven of this dull and bar-
<br />ren earth. Cut off the 'r alone, and
<br />there remains a very deceitful bud that
<br />sweetens the breath and keeps peace in
<br />countless homes whose masters fre-
<br />quent clubs. After all, Bottom wu
<br />right, 'Good hay, sweet hay, hath no
<br />fellow.' "
<br />"A curious' et at," said an eminent
<br />botanist, "Is tc..,./ild tamarind or Juba
<br />plant of the riv.7. Ide and waste places
<br />of tropical Amt. end very strange
<br />are its effects upon tbe nonruminant
<br />animals that feed upon its young
<br />shoots, leaves, pods and seeds. It
<br />causes horses to lose the hair from
<br />their manes and tails, has a similar ef-
<br />fe-ct upon mules and donkeys and re-
<br />duces pigs to complete nakedness.
<br />Horses are said to recover when fed
<br />exclusively on corn and grass, but the
<br />new hair is of different color and tex-
<br />ture from the old, so that the animal is
<br />never quite the same as It was. One
<br />animal of which I personally knew
<br />after feeding on the plant lost its hoofs
<br />and had to be kept in slings until
<br />they grew and hardened again. Rumi-
<br />nant animals are not thus affected, and
<br />the growth of the plant is &chiefly en-
<br />couraged in the Bahamas as a fodder
<br />plant for cattle, sheep and goats. The
<br />difference is probably due to changes
<br />effected upon it in the chewing of the
<br />An East Indian paper prints tbe fol -
<br />nate In his diary while In a very try-
<br />ing poeition:
<br />"Up a tree where I adhere with much
<br />pain and discomposure while big tiger
<br />roaring in a very awful manner on the
<br />ere line. This is very inconsiderate
<br />tiger and caulks me great griefs, as I
<br />have before reported to your honor.
<br />Tbis is two times Ise spoiled my worn,
<br />coming and shouting like thunder and
<br />putting me up a tree and making me
<br />behave like an insert It Is a vary awk-
<br />ward fate to me, and tbe tiger la most
<br />The Widow's Dower.
<br />It is certain that "dower." tbe estate
<br />tor life whkh the widow acquires at
<br />her husband's death, was not known
<br />among the early Saxons. In the laws
<br />of King Edmund the widow is directed
<br />to be supported wholly out a the per-
<br />sonal estate. Dower is generally as-
<br />cribed to the Normans, but it was first
<br />introduced into tits feudal system by
<br />Emperor Frederick II., who was con-
<br />temportry with the English Healy
<br />about 1250.
<br />The Word "Hews."
<br />On tbe derfvetior. of the word
<br />"news," which has been a puzzle to
<br />many learned philologists. there ts the
<br />The word explains itself without • muse.
<br />And the four littera speak from whew*
<br />comes "newer
<br />Prom north, east. noel and scuth-41*
<br />solution's made.
<br />Each qusurter elves aoeount ot war and
<br />-MiuneseetIll Journal.
<br />It Couldn't Se.
<br />Denham -I wisb you would talk ling -
<br />nab to tbe baby. Mrs. Denham -Do
<br />you think my baby English is MY
<br />worse than your bluebell linglisht-
<br />Tears la m&rtel Wearies are vela.—
<br />No Wonder He Fled. some Famous Fans.
<br />A tall, solemn looking young man Napoleon, with a faee as if it had
<br />entered the restaurant with a mild,° modeled from a Greek cameo,
<br />apologetic alt and Beate¢ himself ata was never, in Tallevrand's judgment
<br />vacant table near the middle of the at all events, quite a gentleman. He
<br />room. It was evident that be dreaded gesticulated too much and was alto -
<br />to intrude. He wanted to get as far
<br />away trom other people as possible.
<br />He even blushed painfully when he
<br />gave his order, and the most casual
<br />observer could have told that he was
<br />bashful. Just as his dinner was
<br />brought to him a buxom looking wo-
<br />man with seven small children entered
<br />the place. The bead waiter swept the
<br />field with his eye, pounced down upon
<br />the table where the young man had
<br />sought solitude, motioned to the moth-
<br />er, who clucked to the chickens, and
<br />is moment later they were all around
<br />that one table.
<br />That young man's ince wu a serial
<br />story.
<br />Other people entered the restaurant,
<br />glanced at the group, wailed signifi-
<br />cantly and seated themselves.
<br />"He doesn't look it, does he?" queried The Cure.
<br />a pleasant faced old lady in an audible "In love with that penniless young
<br />whisper. scamp, are you?" said old Roxley.
<br />"She looks at least ten years older "Well, I propose to cure you of that."
<br />than he," murmured a girl at the next "You can't," retorted the willful young
<br />table. girl. "I'm determined to marry him."
<br />He flew to the hatrack, tossed a half "That's it exactly. I propose to let
<br />crown to the waiter and tried to go you do it "-Exchange.
<br />through the door without opening it,-
<br />London Telegraph.
<br />gather too violent for the correct taste
<br />of the gteat uoble trained under the
<br />old regime. Perfection of body is not
<br />necessary, either, for many misshaped
<br />men have been dignified even when
<br />they were not, like the Due de Ven-
<br />dome, princes of the lilies in days
<br />when that distinction meant so much.
<br />Little men and wizened men haul
<br />both inspired awe, for great soldiers
<br />trembled. if Louis XIY. frowned, and
<br />no man received without weakened
<br />knees a rebuke from William III. The
<br />protruding underlip of the Hapsburgs
<br />has never detracted from their majes-
<br />ty, and Victor Emmanuel, who, for ail
<br />his good manners, always suggested to
<br />tbo onlooker a bull face to face with
<br />the matadore, was for all that every
<br />inch a king -London Spectator.
<br />A Wasted Opporunity.
<br />"Ole Bill" Foote and "Ole Bill" Eng-
<br />lish were political traveling compan-
<br />lona, and many stories were told of
<br />their joint Journeying.
<br />The two hardy Democratic campaign-
<br />ers were doing southern California one
<br />election time and got into the country
<br />at the back door of Los Angeles. One
<br />night they reached a farmhouse where
<br />they had expected to find lodgings.
<br />The farmer bad nothing but two arm-
<br />chairs. Foote and English pleaded for
<br />beds -cots, trundle beds, anything that
<br />looked like a bed. Nothing doing.
<br />The campaigners, like Napoleon or
<br />Grant or like Washington at Valley
<br />Forge, slept In their chairs.
<br />When the first advance agents of
<br />dawn scudded out of the west, the poii-
<br />ticians laboriously got out of their
<br />chairs and went out for fresh air. They
<br />met the old farmer milking the cow
<br />with the crumpled horn.
<br />"Do you know, gentlemen," he said
<br />blandly and without contrition, "you
<br />could have had a bed, after all? I was
<br />expecting two Democratic orators here
<br />last night and saved the beds for them,
<br />but somehow or other they never ahow-
<br />ed up, dang 'em." -San Francisco Call.
<br />The King Had Rights.
<br />Once when Macready was perform-
<br />ing at the theater at Mobile, Ma, his
<br />manner at rehearsal displeased one of
<br />the actors, a native dmerictui of pure
<br />western type. This Claudius in "Ham-
<br />let" resolved to "get even" with the
<br />star for many supposed offenses, and
<br />in this way he carried out his purpose.
<br />When in the last scene Hamlet stab-
<br />bed the usurper he reeled forward and
<br />after a most spasmodic finish stretch-
<br />ed himself out precisely in the place
<br />Hamlet required for his own death.
<br />Macready, much annoyed, whispered
<br />fiercely:
<br />"Die farther up the stage, sir."
<br />The monarch lay insensible, Upon
<br />which in a still louder voice the Ham-
<br />let growled:
<br />"Die farther up the stage, air."
<br />Hereupon the Claudius, sitting up,
<br />"I believe I'm ling bere, and I'll die
<br />where I please."
<br />The tragedy concluded without more
<br />Broke Up His Speech.
<br />Judge Norton was solemn, 'tern and
<br />dignified to excess. He was also ego-
<br />tistical and sensitive to ridicule. Judge
<br />Nelson was a wit and careless of de-
<br />conun. He did not like Judge Norton.
<br />At a bar supper Judge Norton in AM
<br />elaborate speech, referring to the early
<br />days a Wisconsin, described with trag-
<br />ic manner a thundentorm which once
<br />overtook him in riding the circuit The
<br />scene was awful, "and." Raid the judge,
<br />"I expected every moment the light-
<br />ning would strike the tree under which
<br />I had taken shelter."
<br />"Than," interrupted Nelson, "why In
<br />thunder didn't you get under another
<br />beer -Philadelphia Ledger.
<br />The buten, or snow hurricane a the
<br />Pamirs, is a meteorological phenome-
<br />non a great interest Even in mid-
<br />summer the temperature during a
<br />snow buran frequently falls to 14 de -
<br />glen F., while in one winter it dropped
<br />to 45 degrees below zero at the end of
<br />January. The buran comes with star
<br />tling suddenneu, the atmosphere grow-
<br />ing dark with whirling snowflakes
<br />where scarcely a minute before the
<br />sky was perfectly clear.
<br />One of Life's Liftle Tragedies.
<br />He seized her, drew her to iihn and
<br />deliberately struck her. She made no
<br />mind. Again and yet again the brute
<br />repeated the blow, and still else gave
<br />no sign of suffering, but when. with
<br />rapidly growing anger, he struck her
<br />for the fourth time she shrieked aloud,
<br />and ber bead fiew off. She was only a
<br />match.-Boberntan Magazine.
<br />What is instinct? It is th' nachral
<br />tendency Iv wan wtdn !Wed With, die -
<br />may to turn to his wife. -Mr. Dooley.
<br />Brost Success.
<br />"Were the amateur theatricals good r
<br />"Splendid! I never law anything
<br />He doubles lib troubles who bot.
<br />rows tomorrowla.—IIpaaish Proverb. -
<br />MOTICE OF EXPIRATION OF
<br />redemption. - No. ge
<br />OMoo of oo0aty auditor, oouty of Dakota,
<br />state of Minnesota,
<br />To O. P. Clifford:You are herebynotified
<br />iece or pares of land,sitt
<br />ated inthe coup that the following
<br />of
<br />Dakota, state of Minnesota, and known and
<br />described as follows, to -wit: Lot twentv•iwo
<br />(88),
<br />blook eleven (11), Hepburn Park addition
<br />to the City of St. Paul, is now assessed in your
<br />same. y
<br />sato of hat indbpursuantatotheareal estate tax
<br />judgment duly given and made In and by the
<br />h tract court in and for said county of Dakota,
<br />en the .1st day of March. a. d.1894, in,rooeed-
<br />ings to enforce the payment of tax. delinquent
<br />e.'uoi of Dakota. the te for above described piece ofor r
<br />parcel of land was duly offered for sale, and
<br />no one bidding upon said offer an amount equal
<br />to that for which nand piece or parcel was
<br />aabjeot to be sold, to•wit: the sum of two and
<br />9.100 dollars, the same was duly bid in for the
<br />state of Minnesota for said sum.
<br />That thereafter, and on the twelfth day of
<br />?november, a. d. 1906„ the said piece or parcel of
<br />land, not then having been redeemed from said
<br />safe, and having then become the *Imitate
<br />property of the state of Minnesota, was sold
<br />and conveyed at public sale by the county
<br />auditor of said county pursuant to the order and
<br />direction of the state auditor of the state of
<br />Minnesota, and do accordance with* the pro-
<br />visions of the statute In such case made and
<br />provided, for the sum of thirty-six and 86-100
<br />dollars duly paid to the county treasurer of said
<br />county.
<br />parcel` of la certificate
<br />ed and elivseted by oald
<br />gouty auditor upon said sale last eb ove men•
<br />cloned has been presented to me at my oMoe by
<br />the holder thereof for the purpose of having
<br />notice of expiration of time for redemption from
<br />said tax sale of said property given and served.
<br />and that the amount requtred to redeem Bald
<br />plem or parcel of land from said tax sale. at
<br />tits date of this notice,_exclusive of the poste to
<br />stat Clean- said noires; 1* elle-Verneet forty-
<br />three and 02-100 defiers.
<br />That or parcelto tltr
<br />the lend from id las sale will expire
<br />sixty (60) days after the serytoe of this notice
<br />and the filing of proof of such service 1u my
<br />OBoe.
<br />Witness my hand and seal of olflee this
<br />nineteenth day of May, a. d. 1908.
<br />39-3w Auditor, Dakota County MinnNta.
<br />SALE OF DITCHING JOBS.
<br />July, 1908, aioe Is hereby
<br />one d'elock that
<br />ato my oltloe at
<br />ilastings Inneaota, I will sell the jobs of digging
<br />pad constructing the Ditch No. One of Dakota
<br />aemmistestablished
<br />of�Dakot. County, the board
<br />state sof
<br />Minnesota, by their order bearing date June 9th.
<br />1008, Vin: For the work as one job, and also for
<br />one or more sections of 100 feet each. and also
<br />tor one or more of the conetructtoa jobs, each
<br />of said sections to be known and numbered by
<br />stakes as shown by the report of the engineer In
<br />said matter, corn mencingat the cue Including the
<br />outlet, and from thence, successively, up stream
<br />to the one including the source following the
<br />beg of a small stream known as -Mud Creek"
<br />to the lowest responsible bidder or bidders, and
<br />that bids are Invited for said work; said work to
<br />be completed within the time required, and in
<br />the manner specified in said engineer's report.
<br />And no (Id will be entertained which exceeds
<br />more than thirty (90) per oent over and above
<br />the estiunate ooat of the nonetrnctlon, In any
<br />nese as stated In the Bald order; and the euc-
<br />taful bidder will be reeulred to glye s salla
<br />factory said county, with ttwo o be freehold sureties, proved by the audit
<br />rorthe
<br />faithful performance and fulfillment of his
<br />contreot, and to pay all damages that may
<br />accrue by reason of his failure to complete the
<br />job within the time required in the contract.
<br />The said order and estimates and profile are on
<br />Ole. and may be seen at my office,
<br />The ap rdxlmate of work to be done la the
<br />construction of such ditch Is as follows:
<br />96,761 cubic yards. open ditch, 8 feet wide at
<br />bottom and average width on top about 10 feet,
<br />and length about 390 stations.
<br />The estimated total cost of the work is three
<br />thousand, two hundred, ninety-two and 60.100
<br />dollars.
<br />All bide must be accompanied by a cerUSed
<br />check payable to the auditor of said county, for
<br />not less than ten per cent of the amount of each
<br />bid.
<br />The right to reject any and all bids is hereby
<br />rewerved.
<br />Dated June 10th, 1909.
<br />ISzsi-j P. A. IIOFFMAN,
<br />County Auditor Dakota County,
<br />98-3w State of Minnesota.
<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT,
<br />state of Minnesota, county of Dakota. -ss. In
<br />probate wurl.
<br />In the matter of the estate of Charles Sebas-
<br />tian, decedent.
<br />The state of Minnesota to Emma Sebastian
<br />(widow), Emma Sebeetien, Cecelia Sebastian,
<br />Minnie Sebastian, Hose Sebastian, Hazel
<br />Seheetlnu, end all persons interested In
<br />the granting of administration of the
<br />estate cif eald decedent: The petition
<br />of Emma Sebastian haeinngg been filed la this
<br />court, representiug Oust Chitties Sebastian, then
<br />a resident of the county of Dakota, state of
<br />Minnesota, died intestate on the lith day of
<br />July, 1904, and praying that letters of adminis•
<br />tratloa of his estate be granted to mud Emma Se-
<br />bastian, widow of said deceased; and the court
<br />haylag fixed the time and place for hearing
<br />said petition. Theretore, you. and each of you,
<br />are hereby cited and required to show cause,
<br />If any you have, before this court at the probate
<br />court room la the courthouse, in the city of
<br />Hastings, In the county of Dakota, state of
<br />Minnesota, on the 8th dap of July, 1908. et
<br />10M o'clock a. m., why saidpetitionshould not
<br />be granted.
<br />Wttneaa the judge of said court. and seal of
<br />said court this 1914 day of June 1908.
<br />iCoear oourt,
<br />THOS. 4'. MORAN,
<br />l83w Probate Judge.
<br />F. M. CATLni, Attorney for Petitioner.
<br />ESTATE OF DECEDENT.
<br />State of Minnesota, county of Dakota. -ss. In
<br />probate ooere
<br />la the matter of the estate of David L.
<br />Bust, decedent.
<br />Lettere of administration this day having bees
<br />granted to Edwin 8. Fitch.
<br />It le ordered that the time within which all
<br />Oreditors of the above named deoedent may pro-
<br />sest claims aaggainst bit estate In this court be, and
<br />Owning Mreby is, limited to six months from and
<br />after the date hereof, and that Thursday, the
<br />14th day of January, 1909, at ten o'clock a. m.,
<br />la the probate oourt room at the courthouse, at
<br />Hest!nge, In said county, be, end the same
<br />hereby Is, teed and appointed as the tlme and
<br />place .or hearts upon, and the examination,
<br />adjustment, and allowance of such claims at
<br />shall be preseated wlthia the time aforesaid.
<br />Let notice hereof be given by tire publication
<br />of tale order is Tbe Hastings Gazette, as pro.
<br />vided by law.
<br />Dated June I lth, 1901
<br />By the mart. THOS. P. MORAN,
<br />lr •I 1663* Judge Of Probate.
<br />MN,
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