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liE ar,,gea\et'j <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, <br />