The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on December 24, 1890 · Page 5
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 5

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, December 24, 1890
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'\ , THE COUNTY NEWS. UNION. Special Correspondence tJHtcttr TWP., Dec. 2;!.-. We wonder ning their bogs on 'fodder. We believe this driest inhabitant. other in peoples' weather beats the ce Easterly was called to the same nlap to attend the funeral of her Kr. pa^wSSsS^ffS ^SS^IV^^^ prosperity and happiness e Our friend Lemuel his brain a lawless imagination high carousal. Hi 8 poe m 8 Baudelaire Stock-well ffone home to success so- bout $12 was ?S e ! le ?k. t!c S( '? iil ; 1 « y i a * m l lllancuill y- tted to the society. While Ed Palmer was hauling hay his wagon liis team became fricht- ed and ran away and nearly smashed WAV wagon. No damage to the ni > pension. Building still goes on. has a SHf^sjJl; Bomething that suggested madness, but the young man showed no signofanitnsoundmind. On the contrary, he was brilliantly, fascinatingly v?rimi I0 ^ al in his oonvenatteL He went little int and Won It w«* the rites and night before Isobel to be WHITTKMOUK. I (lasire to express my sincere thanks Offered their sympatKlid Yii'l" at^tilS time oi the sickness and death of 'husband. Mus. s. II. OAitLisr my Our post master has done mrm> business in the last tvvo w?ek s ever before in the same timl The stoves are daiiv customers. The quarterly meeting at was a success both mornin ctish than crowded with the word. few rarely ., * *-^** i.m?iiur* t IHzCJ V more than one at a time, were admitted and dusk dim than usual j he had <• Jv? "J ech , Really accepted the proffered light; but as ho did so something m Bauderet« look, or in his movement Km^ Kmnl ' 01 ' rniherM ^ "You'll not be afraid to stand here a *• while I go fetch the He grand ser mon bv . e was a connoisseur of wines, cigars and old books; he smoked »linost incessantly, rarely drana to excess, read medieval poetry and in his conversation was much given fL^ Va f ln ? • P^^teronsly romantic of life toncluuff allu «»to»the relations When Verot arrived Bauderet met him conversation. Although, as I have said, their tastes were similar no two men could have th,m ~ a v M1 ! 1 ***** Wrance than were Verot and Bauderet. Parisian was tall, The W.K.HLKY.. . . Dec. 23.—Wesley is alive With business now-a-days. In f act , we challenge any town of its size to compare the amount of business done. Mrs. G-. Lawson is visiting with friends in the east during holidays. Dr. Tuttle and wife and Miss Pitts started for Chicago Monday where they W i lU v l s , lt; w > lth Mends for u short time, when the Dr. expects to accompany his brother, L. Tiatle. to California, and Mrs. Tuttle and sister will return to their lather's folks at South Hampton to spend the winter. A school entertainment was <>-iven -it the Ward school house last Wednesday evening. J Mr. Butts returned from Monday. Wm. Ward of Jlayliehl streets last week. The teachers and pupils of the Wesley school gave an entertainment last Friday evening which was a success indeed. The third of January is the day set to vote on incorporation. Arthur Telliei- oi: 1 Algona has beaching iu the Kennedy district. Prof. Colby is teaching the Longbot- <m school this winter. Mr. Studer is be congratulated in securing so .^i^ Chicago on was on our future. near overy outward show delight; but the young up a new hotel in the \T /-, . "1"""1JV Mr. Larr is arranging to build dwelling in the north w^TV, town. The new M. E. the best in tho district Bancroft (ir Algnna. The pastor of UK- of r parsonage is one of Better than ie pastor of t] 1K M. jjj. ( .i, ui . ( .i. ,...„ a large addition of books to hS li ra ^r y and among ( ,ti lBr things a larire roll of get'tS: 1 ' 1 "^ CCltmci " tes - ion't for- toda™ y McDomil(l l )ilia for a visit -Real Estate Deals. been WK.ST 1IKXW. Mr. and Mrs'. Stockley de- fed Monday afternoon for Missouri. sbbie Gall is down with an attack cphoid fever. Irs. Milner ami Miss Etiiel Wise, of >isoa, are visiting their sister, Mrs. , Crisman. They will remain until i-|the holidays. •t\ ancl Mrs - Pratfc hilve »een at Irt ithe latter part of the week, assist- t iii revival work. They will return turday. . large party was made up Saturday teriiooii and a grand wolf hunt in- klgedin. Th« wolves had probably It an inkling of what was coming and leit tor parts unknown. At least hunters found no trace of the pesky 1 - y ° ! mv Jas Biirr aO-!)T-ffl .... 8 J<r are the real estate trans- month ending Dec. 4, t'ar- il. Doxsee, abstractor of M estate agent: )V\ at tho wharf with of irrepressible de*, 6 Parisian at once felt that some change had taken place in his friend. At first he was inclined to fear that Bauderet was not sincere in his expressions of affectionate joy over his arrival; but soon enough the mystery was adequately explained. Bauderet was in Jove. His whole nature was absorbed in tne new passion. Mllo. Des Champs was the daughter of a retired planter, whose home was but a tew steps from Bauduret'a gate. Recently the poet had met her. To meet her was to love her, and now ho could find roam for no other thought. feobel Des Champs was the subject of his most eloquent conversation, his strangely melodious poetry, his curiously brilliant sketches in water colors. Verot found Bauderet's house a very palace of enchantment; so vague and yet so effective were the impressions made by its rich tapestry, its massive mahogany hirmture, its dim vistas of books and nif!T,m* nn/1 i<-cj t'rOi.i *..., ~ii . m. . ,u,,l wile to e »t-ng-:i6 & A Pl.olpsVv iis'w t se 1'" SV lot „, ,, iiiivKl M sui) my and p; Mmm? 111 ' 11 ?"*, - all<1 ''"stoiiid to smith \v d n 1 .;; :ju-loii-as t iri-!)8-2!l Frank K \\r i— /;J " '" ' l " | **" • • • 4%&28 r ! l . l !? e Ulul wir ° t° E Butler w'cise M a i'"Vi'f J u ^ Ull » w <i'i IH'M. is °oMKw S M";U! rel11 «W U l lw ,»,amnva J \j Mttsoii to K Turner w ii ls t t ;M-(M-'>"r — Clava M Hailuy and husband to A F anil"K J fiiliiier \v d s [if xn i7.n-.-oii COO 2100 loon to Jil w d Oiillanan and '^av'c;i'y"to"Jol)iV'\v'i>iick- maiiton w d nw ,S-:«-"H !UUl ' ' Special OoiTe.sjmiulrniH'. Dec. 22,-Mra. T. M. Clark I Monday evening. The funeral held today at 1:30, conducted bv •. Pans. J -D. Moulton anil Miss Ida Moul- fcvere called to Wisconsin to see father }vho is very sick. |ol commences iu district No. 3 Vow with Miss Kennedy at the |au Hawkins and wife of Gold- sited hi Fentoii a few days last Petitt starts Tuesday to visit tier at JJosc-abel, Wis. Kaiuiey 1ms got moved into his uise. . J. T. Davis arrived home Tues- i> Irom Chicago. •Tokn Oully'Vo J W Martin 1,0 J V .M;irtiii iW-'2',i .... W ill to \v d's lit'no'ii- \v (V 'w iif si-'o- lo'OO 2000 1HOO 2,'JUO inoo «0(J 1 'Mi iilu 101)0 SOU ill)!) T U' \ii\viiiilii ,-iinl wife .su ;iml IK.> .siv si-'i')-"o HHII-.V Brii.isuiid wife to _ d s lit'Miv IT-HT-so to saints \v d n Iif Same 10 1' ] lit' .sw ia-1 wd s l,t nwswiuid (JKUMA.N. :eesi hittl !0ar itin gtl! The Ihvei Ifcsbe' Dr. rtu-t o] cjmrcl: esw igsal >d In one; nd tW 'Pat: ace. rst* Twi-., Dec. 20.—Anna spent the past week iu s visiting friends, 'orthy superintendent has been "ie schools in this locality du- ast week. .ristmas tree which was to e off at the Lutheran church [postponed till NewYeai'S eve. , recently from the eastern > State, has organized a iimsay school house. Serv- held there Sunday morn. All are invited to attend the good work. HANCKOiT. [l>eclal Coireiipoudetice. T, Dec. -2-2.—I. J. Klay for California to be |th or so und perhaps all intends visiting all the |pf the State before return- bring back with him his |are there at present, iham started for Chicago Monday on a business Sth came home Friday ev- fowa Palls where he has tug school. lie will return ias. |r aud family have gone Iowa, to spend Christmas (brother and sister at that bnder has gone to Lu pd the holidays with relic of Webster City was on Ion day. Win Sluw Ailiini ,on atiu'wi'fe to .7 v'jJaii- Wiirt w U o lit uu auil n« so ju-a-l-so AI " r : x ; "."I 1 knv ">'. :l " (l l "'S to j Edwards w«ilamniiw-Bs-ffl ..:.;:.- Kthvards JusTlioinpsoii and wilu to A O.JiicobV \v u s\v u-'.'y-ii" Mary n Lynn and Imsbiind'to W b'wiilev w dsw J3-i.ii -'21 >»mey Opsluy und hns to ii L Stdsbti w d'se's- pictnres and its solemn silence -Tlie young patilciau Frenchman had been accustomed to old houses, but here in this city of the New World, his Creole tnend had given him the freedom of one that seemed filled with an antiquity far greater than tho Roman buildings of France could boast of-even the most iBon ruined in old Provence. Bauderet was anxious to have Verot see Isobel Des Champs, and, of course the youn$ visitor, especially after Baude- ret s eloquent description, felt quite willing to meet the beautiful girl. Nor was he in the least disappointed when he saw her; indeed, her loveliness so far surpassed expectation, so dwarfed all former visions of maidenly attractiveness, that Verot was struck to the heart by her first glance. If Isobel captivated Verot it was not a loss of love at first sight, for the handsome Parisian did not fail to impress her imagination in turn. From the moment of their first meeting they were ardent lovers, as everybody could plainly see, save only Bauderet. So lost in the infatuation of absolute devotion was he that he could see nothing but Isobel's dazzling beauty, could hear nothing but the rich, low music of her creole voice. Soon enough Verot was in the seventh heaven of a successful courtship—not courtship, but love telling and love, listening—while poor Bauderet went right on ju blissful enjoyment of his imaginary lordship of Isobel's heart. The autumn sped; the winter went like a dream, and out flashed the orange blooms, out poured the mocking bird songs, heavily drooped the roses by the walls. The breezes from the gulf were sweet and fragrant; the sky was like a great pale violet tent shutting in the world with a wavering mist dream of spring. The time was approaching for Verot to depart for France, when one morning he informed' Bauderet that he and Isobel were to be married, and would set sail within a fortnight to make Paris hhie eyes and yellow, curling hair wmiB SvWT * TV" 1 *' 8li ^t- Mack eyed nj stenoto looking, possessing the singu' lar magnetism of a face at once band- and inscrutable. Bauderet's slio-ht- was not physical frailty, however or towns a noted swori'man p,i sessed of extraordinary nervous energy. It waa late in the night and tho lamps wore burning low, the flames flicked faintly and faltering in their brazen sockets among tho pendant crystal brilliants when Bauderet arose and said: "Well, my dear old fellow, it is growing, late, and you must not be drowsy on your wedding morn. One more ci-ar- just one-the best that Cuba ever^gave to the lips of man, and then to dreams." He fetched from a little hangino- net a small ivory box curionsly carved and mounted in gold, out of which he took two large oscuros separately wrapped in silver foil. One of tho.sp he handed to Verot, at the same time Ifcht- in;r tlifi nth/ar ° He placed peculiar accent on the word /afraid," and Verot felt Ins blood tingle in response to the insinuation. "You.shall soon have youi- test of skill as well as of courage," he responded; ^J^^^*;™^ I can wait your said uito o the other. "The last two of a priceless lot sent mo two years ago by a friend at H-i- vana," he said. Vft-ot daintily brushed the almost black cigar across his nose to inhale its fragrance, and instantly recoiled, for there, came from it a strange, insinu- atiug and tinbearable stench "That is nothing," laughed Bauderet, with a hollow, brutal ring in his voice that startled Verot. When you light it the smell disappears, and the smoke is exquisitely fine. See!" and he puffed a hght cloud toward his friend's nostrils Isn t that incomparable bououet?" Verot put the cigar between his teeth and tned to light it, but the thrill of atrocious evil that flashed through his nerves caused him to let it fall "It's horrible!" he exclaimed bear it!" "Oh, what womanish qualms'" ^ marked Bauderet, almost testily, piclrin- up the fallen oscuro and handing it to his guest. "Smoke it; this may be our last night together, and—and" Something in Bauderet's voice appealed to Verot's sympathy, while at tb.- same time it made his heart almost sink. A man lying in his coffin, ready to be buried alive, might have had such a strain in his vmVo Wi* *„„„ ..... "This is not a pleasant waiting room " sneered Bauderet, again letting his eyes slowly sweep the loathsome little cell He was still smoking the smoldering black cigar, and the pale rings *f fragrance slowly strayed in the chill, damp HI IY "Don't stand there like that" Verot savagely, "or I'll stamp you the floor." "A coward would do that," retorted Bauderet, taking two or three light backward steps and pausing in the little doorway. "I have some doubts of your honor, or ought to have." "Fetch the rapiers, sir," was all that V erot said. His terrible anger was m •» «- tering him. g as Bauderet retreated one more step, then with a fiendish leer laid his hand on the heavy shutter. "You command, but I shall take mv own time to obey," he remarked in a tone of constrained excitement. "How should you like to wait in this little boudoir until your bride comes to you?" Like a flash the meaning and the purpose of Bauderet's words and movements leaped through Verot's mind. Already the door was slowly swinging shut _ So frightful was the thought, with its infinite suggestions of horror, that the One long .bound the Parisian made, uttering a low, harsh cry of rage and terror as he was caught between the clos- door and the J ' aw of the doorway. "Good night forever, Augustin Verot. deret y ° Ur mS bC 8W6et> " Bttid "I can't re- V i door ' which was reality a hinged section of the massive wall, swung round. _ Verot let full the lamp, which, clan- ing brazenly on the brick floor, remained sputtering and burning there with a strange, fantastic light Something like through the fir , . There was a struggle like the fighting of wild beasts, the men growling and panting m the extremity of their brutal straining and tearing. flii^"^??ii a . b .? dy was heaved « n d flnng It fell in the center of the cell, and lay ghastly and motionless beside the fast dying lamp flame. Then the ponderous door went to with a dull thump and a sharp click of the hidden spring. One of the rivals stood on the outside or the cell panting and quivering, the white froth clotted on his lips: tbe other lay limp and lifeless within * * * * The mystery, which for nearly fifty years hal hung over the old Bauderet aomestead, was cleared up when tlaa house was torn down. Tt» laborers came m the course of their work to a ow, narrow, hidden room, damp and repulsive, in the middle of which lay a "on clothed in rotten garments. was the body of Charles Marofc Bauderet, whose sudden diaappearanco about the tune of the marriage of Isobel Des Champs to Augustin Verot had given rise to so many wild stories. In fact, so absolute had been the mystery that not the faintest clew to the missing man had ever been found until this revelation by the workmen divulged everything. Immediately after the discovery of BauderoVs skeleton inquiry was be"ua as to the whereabouts of Verot, who was traced aud found, , m old man, widowed and childless, penniless and friendless on the island of Corsica. He told life story as I have told it to you, and, as if the relief from the long strain of his hideous secret had relaxed his whole being, he fell at once into a state of collapse, from which nothing could rally mm. He died in his seventy-fourth year, muttering with almost his last breath: "Isobel, Isobel, it was all for you! I gave him the grave he meant to givo me. It was u close and silent tomb, but last— at last— it— has— given— ah !— givenup-its-secret!"-MauriceThomp- son m New York Ledger. face 181:: GOO IZQtt 1500 1200 m his voice. His ace wr< white, with that ghastliness which comes m extreme moments to a dark countenance, and his eyes, strangely dilated, dusky, deep set brill- I feel, Verot—you burned with a "You know how knoiv how I feel." Again the Parisian essayed to light the cigar: but the thing was not pok- He flung it aside after inhaling one Get Beady for the Turkeys. Until January 1, 1891, we will sell all sizes of Flatters CJ. & G. Mekin's Iron Stone Chi"" at a Discount of 20 Per Cent We. luoo 850 BDBT. al Correspondence, 23.— Yesterday was an day in Hurt. Eever- paring for merry Chrisfr- aud German both las trees and programs, ery and feed mill are both shape. yhewis home from Win- ror the holidays, rly went to Mount Veraon week aud since thenMrs. Not long since, it was while yet the public excitement ran high in connection with discoveries made when the old Bau- deret house, on Bourbon street, New Orleans, was torn down, I was told the story of Augustin Verot. It waa in the year 1839 that this young man, rich, gifted and handsome, came to New Orleans to spend a winter with Charles Marot Bauderet, whose acquaintance he had formed in Paris. The two men were of the same age, and their tastes were similar. Verot had been captivated by Bauderet's wit, learning and subtile personal charm. In turn, Bauderet's imagination was touched into singular activity and his sympathies borne away by Verot's magnetic genius. It is rare indeed that two young men, poets both, find such an overmastering mutual interest flowing between them. Their friendship became at once a passion. When Bauderet left Paris after a year's sojourn' there he exacted a promise from his new friend that he should come to New Orleans and spend some montlis with him. Thus it came about that early in the autumn of 1889 Verot arrived, after a pleasant voyage, and took up his abode in the Bauderet mansion on Bourbon street. Charles Marot Bauderet, as some of my readers will remember, was a bachelor orphan, occupying the large, silent old house all alone, save that he was surrounded with many faithful slaves. The house was a low, far spreading, gloomy brick structure, whose immensely thick walla and small windows gave it a jail like appearance. Vines clambered over it from base to roof, and it was embowered in dusky trees. Surrounding it was a high brick wall topped with a picketing of iron. The gates were massive, and closed with huge spring locks that could be opened only from within. They were attended by statuesque keepers as black as night. Bauderet was descended from a family of buccaneers. His wealth was the of ancestral piracy, murder and In the young man's blood burned a meeting, of appealing to At first Bauderet was stupefied by the announcement. He gazed almost vacantly into his friend's eyes, while his tace grew deadly white. Not a feature moved, however, nor did the quiet smile quite go from his firm, thin lips. It was an admirable exhibition of that self control i which in those days was s» much cultivated by gentlemen who were in the habit of settling all matters of personal disagreement at the point of sword or muzzle of pistol. Of course Verot had counted the cost and fully expected a duel, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that Bau- deret would not demand Furthermore, instead the code the host who had been so cruelly robbed took the turn of affairs with a philosophic resignation truly admirable. After the first great struggle against the terrible disappointment which the disaster to his hopes had brought he drew close to his friend and wished him great joy. Verot was both touched and awed by the strange change that came over Ban deret s face and manner. It was a slow mysterious transformation of the man' His face took on an inscrutable mask of quiet, almost serene, resignation, behind which something suggested immeasurable depths of poignant suffering. In his eyes at times burned a hght which startled Verot and haunted his dreams at night. ^««"u» Love predominates everything, bow- ever, and the passionate young Parisian was BO bewildered and blinded in the rose mist of happiness that the deepest significance of Bauderet's conduct was entirely lost to him. He was aware of notlung much besides his impending nuptials, the tender glory of the sem? tropical spring time and the wild flut- uigs of the lusty mocking birds. About this time, as is now known, Bauderet went frequently to see au old uegress, a voudoo charm weaver, and procured from her a phial of hideous poison-a black liquid, thick, rank frenzy bearing-made from the heads of snakes, the tails of scorpions and the I !,? varioi w deadly weeds all steeped together for many days. Among tils ex- ex- cried. whic to most hopeless , "-J —V Ml*. UXJi *Hl..Jf.t., intolerable draught of its smoke. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Bauderet. "You have less courage than I supposed; but then you Parisians, as I've often told / ou, are a degenerate set." Verot had risen, and now stood towering above his host, his magnificent frame expanding and a determined look in his fine, fair face. ''That cigar was poisoned!" he claimed, with dramatic energy of pression. . "Oh, surely not!" said Bauderet, with immediate concern, stooping and picking it up. He put it to his nose. ''Why, that is • strange!" he "What can it mean?" _ The two men looked ;*adily, __ 1T . ingly into each other's eyes, and slowly but clearly read the whole situation. One was aware that his deadly purpose had fceen discovered, the other knew that death was lurking for him in every corner of that gloomy old house. Verot was the first to speak. "How shall we settle this?" he demanded, in a hard, dry tone. Bauderet laughed sardonically a, u a puffed lazily at his cigar, meantime shrugging his shoulders as if the matter were of light consequence to him. "I think the best way to settle it is to go to bed and sleep it off," he remarked with a half yaws. ^'Scoundrel, villain, murderer!" ex- clainled Verot, permitting for the mo- ment'his indignation to master him, "you shall answer to me now!" "Oh, certainly, if "you wish," said Bauderet calmly. "My sword room is but a step from here. Follow me if you're not afraid." Verot followed, but not without a strange sense of insecurity. It was as if some treachery were about to be sprung upon him at every step while they passed through two or three dim rooms and along a low, narrow passage between damp brick walls, then into a bare, windowless little room. "See here," said Bauderet, stopping close to one of the dismal walls, "this doesn't look like a door, does it?" He fumbled a moment about a certain spot, pressed a hidden spring and pushed open a low shutter, disclosing another cell like apartment, dank, grimy aud ill smelling. Into this Verot followed him They halted and faced each other, a httle lamp carrtyl by Bauderet lighting up their drawn and ghastly faces. "We can settle our little trouble here without the slightest fear of being interrupted. This is where, as I have heard, one of my reckless kinsmen, who f onner- ly owned the house, used to confine stolen slaves what time he was awaiting a chance to run them off. Nobody liv- mg save myself knows that this room enste." He smiled cynically, && lifting the *am]? gaxed around at tha dime on the petulant motion and 8*J4; tor- a Few of our Bargains: WE ARE AGENTS FOR ROCK SALT. Eggs 19 cents. All kinds of 5 cent yeast for boda per package Axle Grease per box Lewis Lye per box Gloss Starch per pound Clothes Pins per dozen Call .63 .05 .06 .10 .05 .01 in Townsend & Langdon — -- - c~^ ££ 6 ' I' 7 , and a half > and 8 Per ^^^ Save money by calling on me before you apply for Loan ,, J. W. BARTLETT. IV). GBOVE FEED, AND SALE STABLE. Best of Horses and Carriages. _^st^ ! o ! in g tonHo Use . M . z . GROV£> MANAQER< year's time and e^rthe-bon'oweVt^TpVivile^of pavVthe* 0 t6D roan orany put thereof in even WM af wy tfme w%n fetSS- due. This is Iowa Money, and no second paid. HOXIE & BEAVER, Algona, Iowa. Farm Loans, Abstracts, <•£•!»• <8e CO. At Lowest Kates and optional payments. Interest payable at our office. If you want a loan call on us. we can save you money. JONES & SMITH. IT WILL PAY^OU TO CALL AT 5^ IF YOU ARE IN NEED OF Election is Oyer--So is High Prices for Stoves

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