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CTH UPPER DES MOINES. ALGONAIOWA. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 1, 1891. r ?BtJ£ LOVE CONQDEES. COURTSHIP EPISODE OF THE GOLD i FEVER OF 1856. •t-ylftg Bxperlenno of n llrnutiritl rhlln- ,j ^elpliln Olrl—Itnr Devoted reiver Goes •( ; IW«»t to Seek II i* rot-tune—Ho I* Sue* '•««»«fiil—Their tiel.ter* tntorrtiptoil. 1 Minna Statfferwns as pretty a girl as •Utet left the quaint little Dutch town of iStrasburg, overlooking the beautiful Pe- ••«nea valley, nrid she Was literally seeking 'for fortune in Philadelphia. Brought up •'.'In a farmer's familj, sho became weary of "4lift commonplace ami monotonous labors *<at the household. Moreover, sho knew • ••ftbatshe was beautiful, nnd had nn idea of •admirers moro pleasing and refined than ' 'the stalwart young farmers wuo told their •love in a dialect almost as euphonious as -'tho jargon of the digger Indians. So .Minna accepted the Invitation of u married •mister living hero, and came to tho city. I . This was not tho day of tho sowing machine, and girls were not compelled to "ifinako shirts for a shilling apiece, for a oOmart -seamstress could find lucrative employment, and Minna, being skillful with •4hc needle, soon got work with Miss Hawk, •a fashionable shirtmaker, on tho eaut side -of Eighth street, below Sinsom. Although a bitter old maid, and ns ugly «s If she had been bespoken, Miss Hawk 3»ad a good heart, and quickly became •Jond of her pretty employs, who had no of- Tenslvo vanity and did her work extremely %oll, but tho old lady had her hands full •when Minna's beauty brought male ad- itnlrers, who hovered around the door to !t>ay her compliments. Tho most persistent and sincere was a young Irishman named Peter Kelloy, who was connected with one -ortho city jonmills, l MOTH noon, BUT IN T.OVE. • At this time Mrs. Margaret Travllla kept j*n excellent boarding house in Locust mtreot, above Fourth, and Miss Stauffer •went there to live. Living in tho house was a young man • named Lilburn. Ho was a law court reporter for tho press nnd a bright fellow, but his career waa handicapped by ill - health. Ho was as delicate as a girl in appearance- a gentleman by birth, but poor. Ho and Miss Minna became fast friends. Ho was a fine musician and gavo hor les- •aonson tho piano, while slio nursed him through an illness, and they became lovers At this time (1850) tho gold fever was raging, aud Jason Lilburn djtermiiied to ' Jempt fortune by crossing tho plains to tho •Bl Dorado In search of health and wealth 'With somo aid from friends ho got to- -gethor sufficient moans, and consoling his ••weothoart with tho hope that ho would -Wturn with enough to make their union a iliappy ono, ho started. After eight months' danger and prlva- Won ho came in sight of Virginia City. The Journey hud restored him to health, and his letters made Minna's cheeks flush with pleasure. Like many men of flue organization and slender physique Lilburn toad plenty of grit, and ho got employment With tho Wclls-Furgo Stage company, i THK LOVEK artows men. Tfor somo time tho coaches out of Carson 'had been held up and robbod by one man *nd several drivers murdered. Lilburn •offered to muko a trip as guard, and, armed with a heavy double barreled shotgun, took ms place on top. About ten miles from "Carson, at early duwii, the couch wus hait- •«a by a tall masked man, pistol in hand. Ulburn let go both barrels and saw the •man go down. The frightened driver 'Whipped up his team aud made the next •Station at a gallop. A party wont back and found in the road tho body of a notorious ruffian named Brannan. For his taking or killing a largo reward had been .offered, and Lilburn received $8,000 from ••the stage company for his morning's work. Ho hud a friend named Folger, a shrewd •' hard headed Yankee who know tho Carson ••City country well. His advice was: "This • deestrict is full of silver. Gn in and win ' Thero is Milco Daltou, an hou^t little . Irishman who has a claim, und there is no • better minor between this and 'Frisco, He ' has had pai-lners before, und they always . made money. Mike- is iu porphyry rock • .now, but ho will win if somo ono helps lliim. But he's out of money. Go iu with liim." Lilburn offered Mike *3,000 for half his mine, and unconsciously became a partner in the great Comstoek vein. Mike •worked through the rock and struck a bonanza. But tho lust blast fired brought , down a fall of rock, and tho poor little fol- ' low was brought out of tho tunnel crushed Out of shape and de/id. Ho had no kin• tired, und Lilburn bocumo a rich man. Ho '• took out $!)0,000 of silver, and in a few '•months sold out for $00,000. Up to this time ho had received Minna's \ letters, but lioro they stopped. He wrote «nd wrotu, but no reply came. Ho waited aud'wondered until ono day a letter came -from a strange hand, evidently a woman. Ihe writer thought it hor duty to inform him that Miss Stauffer had accepted a rich Sjrowor named Gross, and they had boon 'married. AN ENVIOUS WOMAN'S WORK. Lilburu set his teeth hard and passed a •sleepless night, and then resigned himself to the situation. "Poor girl. She bud her living to make and was tired of waiting," uid Iu loving consideration ho justified tor, uud went into his work with renewed Miergy, Tho facts woro these: Among Miss Hawk's girls was a cripple who 'hated Minnu StuulTer malevolently. Sho •slept in the storo nnd saw tho postman first in tho morning. Minna's letters woro •Intercepted, nnd at tho proper time Lil- 'buru received tho epistle that crushed out 'his iiopes. lu tho meantime Minim's cheeks grow palo, and ninny silent tours woro sued. Fetor Kelloy hud become a favorite with Miss Hawk, und one day frightened her by declaring "that ho was going to tho gold •mines himself," and if ho met his old nows- .pnpor associate, Lilburn. would "oblithor- ate him" for his truysou to tho swonstost cruyolmro in America. Peter Kelloy did eventually nu-ot Lilburn, uncl with characteristic! vehemence told his story. Lil- •buru produced his letter, and Peter asked"Gross? Who's Gross? There uiu't no Bucl^mau. Somo venomous owlcl out has »»d I'd like to break 01 tne Singe, aim ue iVitnimo rtny equ. cailon goes into it in sight of all the spec- tfttors. While in the bottle he will sing all tho popular songs of the day. During his stay in the bottle any person may handle It and see that It docs not exceed a common tavern bottle in size." This advertisement excited the curiosity of the people, and on the etening mentioned a prodigious number of people gathered in and around the Haymarket. Hoy' olty went in disguise and beggars in their every day clothes. Not more than half tho crowd, tho account says, could find scats in the great building. Finally the supposed conjuror appeared on tho stage. Tbo majority of those present confidently expected to seo him soon in the odd shaped bottle sitting on tho table. Not until ho brazenly told them that if they would pay double faro he would go Into a pint bottle instead of a quart did it dawn upon them that they had been sold. A general row ensued, during which masks were removed by force and many aristocratic features exposed.—American Notes and Queries. Electricity In Affrlciilture. It has long been a problem how to apply electricity to the growth of plants. Use of the electric force for such a purpose is still hi the experimental stage, but enough has already boen done to show that there are possibilities in the case. In ono series of experiments tho seeds of r , . '-"" m-^uo »rutu nuuikUU, clectn/led and immediately sown. The plants wore moro fully developed, their leaves woro larger aud their color brighter than those grown from non-electrified need but tho yield was not affected. In another series of experiments plates of copper and zinc about two feet by two feet six inches were-buried at tho end of tho plots and connected by their upper faces, tho effect being to establish n current through the earth. Tho result was a larger crop, and vegetables of enormous size. In the third series electrical collectors were mounted-on insulated rods and connected by wires, the effect being to obtain ryo, corn, oats, barley, peas, clover, potatoes and flax wore used. This form of application increased tho yield of seed an average of one-half, and that of straw one- third, while the riponing wus moro rapid. It was also found that potatoes grown by this treatment wore rarely diseased, and as tho beneficial effects of electricity on vines attacked by phylloxera have already been observed it is possible that means have been found of combating tho microscopic pests which attack vegetable growtb.- Ironmonger. THE BROOK. ™~— Little sweetheart, yon'vo forgotten How yon played for mo ono night. Twas the sweet old Brook of Tenny&on— toot eyes were shining bright, And tho lompllRht softly fell upon the splendor of your hair— f«»«««r Your cheeks ftglow—tho sunset clouds Were not so passing fair. I heard tho sweet, low, pebbly Sound of iratera rippling- free; Tho murmuring trees, the whlaperiiut raws and drone of drowsy bee. It waa softly singing summer In some shadv woodland nook, And my soul began to pnlsato With tho rhythm ot the Brook. I seemed to see your laughing face At tho bottom of tho stream— A wav'rlng, fleeting water nymph from some Greek poet's dream, And your blue eyes seemed to beckon and then laugh lu olflsh glee On that dear old winter evening When you played tho Brook for roe. Little sweetheart, you're forgotten, But tho tinkle of that tune Is still ringing In my mem'ry like soft bird songs heard In Juno. And the lovo that camo that evening with that rippling little river, &'m! ie 'i,n nrB >n<iy com ° and yoara ma y BO, Will still "go on forever!" -Thomas L. Wood in Detroit Free Press. "REDDY'S" REVENGE, End Guards for Curs. The crow of a freight train take great risks of life in performing their duties. Among the hazardous things they have to do is to pass from cur to cur by means of tho roof. This is necessary whenever a brake is to bo set or communication Is desired from ono part to another of a train. In thus passing from roof to roof of the trains, a misstep, which is most easily made, may plunge a man between tho car and under the wheels. To avoid this danger au invention has been patented. The device consists of a series of rods that pass through apertures in tho ends of the (Jar and connected by cross bars at their outer and inner ends. Coiled springs embrace the rods and bear upon tho end of the car and tho outer cross pieces, thus keeping the rods extended and tho bars in contact with each other. The rods aro placed threo inches apart, and extend tho wholo width of tho car. In this way tho gap or space.between the cars is always protected, and should a trainman make a misstep he is caught by tho guard and prevented from fulling between the curs.—Now York Commercial Advertiser. A Iflno Point. The late Charles Spencer wus pretty quick quitted at times in seeing a point for a client. On one occarlon in a trial for burglary he cross-examined tho policeman who had tu'cn stationed inside of tho house to watch in anticipation of a burglary.and the policeman admitted that when ho heard Urn burglar fumbling with tho lock ho quietly adjusted tho door so that it could bo easily opened. Quick us a flash Spencer shouted, "Why, your honor, tho policeman is tho real burglar, for ho opened tho door." Tho result was that tho prisoner was convicted only of an attempt at burglary.—Sau Francisco Argonaut. The Patient May Have Died. There are on record some very amusing blunders of tho medical fraternity. It is related that during a land speculation iu Chicago a certain old doctor became so interested that ho was somewhat absent minded toward his patients. He omitted tho directions from u prescription, and when reminded of his omission replied: "Take a quarter clown; balance iu one, two and threo years," and ran out to meet an engagement with a land operator.— Providence Journal. Boating by Drum Beat. We passed heavily laden junks slowly working their way upctreum amid what to any but the Chinese would have appeared Insurmountable difficulties. A hundred miked, shouting and arm swinging truckers drugged each ono slowly uloiiL' now straining every muscle at tho low tow line, now slacking up us a man seated at tho bow of tho bout directed them with tho beat of a small drum hold between his knees. Below tho rapids other junks were preparing to enter them with much burning of Joss paper and firing of crackers, and near by was n little lifoboat station with two or threo "red boats" ready to pick up any QUO iu c«so of accident. Be- jpw all of the rapids ou tho Yung-tzu are lifeboat stations, which, liko many other charities in China, are kept up solely by private subscription and render tho great- cst service to tho enormous population oin ployed ou the rivor.-Liout. Rockhill in Century. It fu KHSJ to l)o Hood. Are you ambitious to do good? Do not wait for grout opportunities. They never come to tho ouo who neglects to grasp the little chances. A banana peeling removed from tho sidewalk, a basket carried for a Insido of two clays Lilburn wus a passim- S°n °| U iRr?i° Vt!1 ' la ',"'' aml " no " lle llll >' iu Apin, io*>J, a gentleman, stahvartuiui sun- browned, with a broad brimmed hut ou on FhtY Y s ";i'' K " 1 ''I'", Ml*. Hawk's place ou Eighth street. l ;My iianio is Lilburn, FPIin 1 i H- I,-. "t . . ' "41111, ,. t --,,,,^, t i, nuid »1 to ouo who seldom receives a letter— lm 'su aro worth doing, and aro your education toward tho improvement of possible greut opportunities.—West Shore. .^o-litUo^vmnmrilropi;;;! 1 ^ SS^ 1 ' . Tho uatiou»I,t7o7Tn^v7,o rises m a Oh.tho good Lord, is it possible?" shosaiiV I ' omlon P»blio vehicle to give his place to Minnacameout.paloasacullulily. It would " m> »«»w is at oueo suspected. The mule Mist rrMwil" 1 " 1 ! to ' l ^ urib , e "'but followed, kui'opoan »»ml roduees the question to a Miss Hawk ordered the shutters to bo put •"' '- ' ' ' •up, aud gave all tho girls a holiday, 'hie 'letter was produced, the handwriting ickm- tifled, and despite Miami's intercession tho wretohod woman who hud done tho mis- tace a^afu l ° K ° mui l ' L ' Ver ahow ^ or ln?i r fj£ 0 ? 0 lm " >rle1 d iu tho Lutheran clim-ch aud left for &au Francisco.—Philadelphia * - • •* *V.V*H^VQ I'ilU llllfnl'lUU tO i\ prac'tical bus'iioss basis. I paid my fare, 1 secured my : 'j;it; if sho found no seat it is Her misfortune, not my fault. Let her complain to the company. --'.--•--"- n»sy'nrsi -exanTftjej; ao vneu places this bottle .on a tabjre tn, the middle Tho Provld-uit Institution for Savings ol Boston hua the oldest charter of any X" l W n ^ lln1thoco «»try. dating from 1815. It is the largest iu New England h/l'o U «fi« ^L ot S 83 ' 000 - 00 " iu deposits. It' U!/lgwi0,6l7.59 of unclaimed deposits in The scene was a small Missouri town on the Mississippi river, a trifle moro than Am hundred miles north of St, Louis; tho time —well, not twenty years ago. I was just out of rny teens, and had a tolerable knowledge of the printing business. It was presidential year, and a heated campaign was ; on. I was publishing a six column folio morning paper set in long primer. The use of material aud press I rented from ono of the two weeklies of tho town. Tho j Star (I withhold tho truoname) wus issued | as a morning sheet because I was able t procure tho St. Louis evening paper b express between 11 and 13 o'clock p. m. 01 tho day of their publication, and bya'ju , dicious use of tho shears gave our littl public'luto telegraph news several hour in advance of tho arrival of tho next morn I ing's city papers. This was my flrst—une last(7>—faking. Service by wire was ou; of the question. I was proprietor, editor, reportorial stuff and general hustler of Tho Star The force" consisted of three young men, OHO of whom performed tho duties of foreman and make-up, and an apprentice. Wo knewnothingof unionism, and if a "chapel meeting" had been mentioned wo would have started a hymn or taken up a collection. One September aftcrnp.on, as I was preparing to go forth in the capacity of reporter, the foreman poked his head into tho room which country editors delight to call tho "sanctum," and said: "Tom just sent down word that he's got , a chill and can't work tonight. I don't see how we'll .fill her up unless you set considerable typo yourself." "Don't believe I can do much, Abe," I replied. "I've got to attend tho Grassy Creek meeting, and can't get buck before 10 o'clock. Do the best you can, and we'll fill up with ads. from the weekly." I went to tho meeting, which was a MK blowout for The Star's candidates. When It was over I drove to town as fust as a due regard for life and limb would permit. It lacked just ten minutes of 10 as I rushed into the office, exclaiming: "Abo, you and Hank work away on that local news, and I'll set tho meeting from my notes"—not an unusual proceeding with me in those days. I threw off my coat and turned to the corner of tho room in which the weekly frames stood, where I expected to find a pair of full cases. I was astounded, to state It mildly, at what I saw. Perched upon the only decent stool the office afforded with my sweetbriur pipe in his mouth WHS u stranger. He was distributing IOUK primer at a high rate of speed. , I I can close my eyes und see him now Ho was the flrst of his kind I oversaw and he impressed me so that I shall never forget him. Ho wus nearly six feet in height -as I learned when he got off the stool- with round shoulders; age, somewhere between thirty and fifty. His hair, which hadn't associated with a pair of shears for at least six months, was of that uhade which the boys always spoke of as red, and his face was nearly covered with a shaggy beard and mustache of the same hue. On one foot was a boot, on the other a shoo, both badly down at the heel and' as rusty as a burudoor hinge. His trousers, which woro inurtistically fringed at the bottom, woro held up by one "gallus" made of bed ticking. Waistcoat ho had none. His cout, which hung at the end of tho frame, wus a double breasted frock that_ had once—five or six years before I saw it-been a huudsome garment, but it hud changed with years, flow it did Bhinel Ou one side there was an entire absence of buttons. Ou the other side were two, ono cloth covered and one of black horn, nearly us largo us a silver dollar. I discovered later t hut when he wanted to button this wonderful cout and "brace up," as ho called it, ho used two little hickory skewers us substitutes for tho absent buttons. As 1 completed my survey of this queer looking Individual ho tossed the lust letter in his hand into tho cup G box, turned on tho stool, puffed a cloud of "Missouri lugs" smoke half across tho room, and suicl in u grout primer voice ; "Hullo, bossl You've been slid tonight, and I'm on extras. I ain't much ou good looks; I'm a little off my feet just now; but I can stand typo on otxl fastor'n a foundry can east it, und I haven't seen a proof since 1 got out o' my time. Want to see my curd?" I didn't know just what reply to muko to this odd speecli, but after hesitating a moment I suid "Yes." Ho reached for that wonderful double breasted frock, uud diving dowu into tho skirt pocket drew fort!< what bad once been u piece of white bristol board, about the sixo of nn ordinary business card. Though it hud held its own ou sisse and wus still bristol, it looked us if it hud received an impression from a heavily inked Vint block representing a North river fog. Minus the tint hero is the card: "REdDy" JlforGAn, tYpoGrAP/iiCaL TOufiisT. "Muy I keep this?" I asked. "Yes, I reckon. It's the only one I've got, but my printer has tho plate, uud I'll order somo moro by telegraph." Tho stranger hud become quite serious during tho latter part of hiss speech. Giving himself a shake, he once more assumed his cureless air, and said: "Say, boss, will you print a panful for me \vhilo I go out to tho telegraph office?" 1 knew the telegraph office always closed at r o'clock, but didn't eayso. To his ) cinnrv T —«"•--!- "Well, tell me about him. Where di he come from, and how did you happen u get him to work!" "Shortly after you went away this after noon he walked into the room and sanf out, 'Here I ami Which frame do I takei 1 asked him who he was and what he want ed. 'I'm Reddy Morgan,' he said, 'and I'v got three medals as champion print, pe destrinn and faster. I want a square, am am willing to dls, print, pull the press swing a brayer or write an editorial to paj for the fodder.' I knew then he was a nrinter. nnd nn WH ridded hfiln hn/3 Iv T reotro nim the meal ticKet and sent him down to Steve'n telling him to get his dinner, aftet which, if he would come back, he shoult have ft day's work and be paid in cash for it." "Thnt was proper; but did he explain why he was in his present fix, or tell where he came from ?" "No. He only said that he had just walked into town about un hour before, and didn't yke to ask him anything. Oh! yes; he inquired who lived iu the white frame house on the corner, two blocks down. I suppose he meant Mr. Simpson's place, and so told him. 'Well, your Simpson is a cold-blooded snoozer,' he said. 'I stopped at his back gate, where he was feeding some pretty straight looking grub to a bench-legged dog, and asked him for a handout. Ho threatened to set the dog on me, and said if I didn't get out of that he'd have me locked up in the calaboose. I didn't seem to move withsufficient celerity to suit his nibs, so be flung a chunk of wood at me, and it caught me right between tho shoulders. I'll get even with Simpson, old man; you just turn a rule there." "Let us hope ho will," I remarked. "Did he help you out much?" "Well, I should say sol Ho was back from his dinner in half an hour, and tho way that fellow has been piling up type since is a caution. Ho didn't want any supper—and I wasn't surprised, for I had glanced at the meal ticket when he came back from dinner. About 8 o'clock he borrowed a quarter from me, saying ho wanted to go out and get shaved. I didn't say anything when bo camo back witb all his beard, for his breath beat liim in. I guess he's out now paying for his telegram with tho rest of that quarter." "He's a character, Abo, there's no doubt on that score. And I rather liko tho experience. Have the cub go down and tell Steve to put up a double lunch for tonight and to make it asgood as he can. Wo may not have such a royal guest soon again, so let's give him a banquet." Just then "Reddy" entered the room, and it wasn't necessary for him to say he had found the telegraph office closed and another place open. His eyes sparkled and his step was buoyant. He was primed for a big night's work—and ho did it. Everything went smoothly, and we got the flrst side off at 13:30. Wo got up a long report of tho Grassy Creok meeting, tho "Specials to the Star" were more numerous than usual, and I didn't have to set a line. At 4 o'clock everything was up, enough to fill without using a line of dead ads.—something which had never occurred with us before. Morgan called for a "hump backed rule," and pitched in to make up the first page. When he was ready to lock up he reached for the cigar box filled with quoins. [Quoins are hard wood wedges made with mathematical correctness in assorted sizes and used for tightening the types ivhen in the "form," so that they can U- laudled as one piece of metal.]' I "You haven't got the most complete 1 )lant in the country, boys; but you're bet-1 .er fixed than a shop I struck up in lowu ast week." "How's that?" asked Abe. "Why, when I asked for the quoins up here the spider legged rooster they called oreman grabbed a hatchet and rushed >ut tho back door. In two minutes he was back with a limb off of a scrubby oak, which he proceeded to chop and split up iuto small |-ii;ces. As he placed about half a cord of tlje chunks on the stone beside me, he suid: "Confound itl I'll break that cub's back if he don't quit carrying my plugs home for kindling wood! I split a big lot of bully ones tho other day ' Fact, boys." As soon as the forms were on the old Washington Imndpress I settled with "Reddy." As I bunded him his money he said to me: "Say, boss, may I roll over on that pile of paper and get a short snooze? I want to take the'bout for St. Louis today—it's easy beating them—nnd I need a little rest." "Certainly. You may lie down on the paper. But why do you hurry off? Better stay a while with us." "Can't do it; I've a pressing engagement in St. Louis, aud I don't have to work when I've go^.money. I'll bo back this way somo day .'to pay a follow a grudge owe him; but I can't stay now. Wha tiuie will a boat be along?" I picked up a sheet Abe hud just pulled and after consulting the river news said: "The Tom Jasper, of the Northern line will be along about noon. That remind me that I have to be at the wharf whenshi comes down; so I'll see you." I stepped into the "sanctum" to write a letter I wanted to send by private messen ger on tho boat. Ten minutes after, when I passed through tho work room, "Reddy' was fust asleep on the pile of paper, despite the racket made by the old press. Across his chest lay a largo piece of cardboard, 01 which ho hud written, in a hand large enough to attract the attention of the men who worked on the weekly, "Call me when the Tom Jasper blows hor horn." I was just finishing my breakfast, at 11:30, when I heard a familiar whistle. Ihere's the Mollie, uud I must run down to her." When I reached the wharf the Mollie McPike, a stern wheeler at that time known to every man, woman and child from St. Louis to Keokuk, was just making a landing. A score or more of persons were ou the whurfbout, and standing at one side, with a look of unutterable hatred m his face, wus "Reddy" Morgan. He was glaring at a group of half a dozen a few feet away. I followed his gaze, and was made somewhat uneasy to siie that the most prominent figure of the group was Mr. Simpson. I remembered "Reddy's" threat, and hurriedly stepped to his side, that I might try to restrain him if he should make uny open demonstration of the passion that was so strong within him. "Well, here you are, my tourist friend; but you are ahead of time." "Yes; couldn't sleep after 10 o'clock," he muttered, without turning his heud. "I wus knocking nround up town when I heard this tub whistle, and as I don't know their toots liko you natives do thought it was my boat. Say, there's my man over there 1" "I see; but I wouldn't make any trouble here if I wore you. His wife and little girl are with him, and they wotild bo badly frightened if you attacked him." "Do you moan Vo tell me that pretty little yellow headed girl is his child?" "She is. That Is little Millie Simpson, a you won't Believe me, Dut once l naa a lit-} tie girl like that. She died four years ago' last Easter," and the hard look left his face, his clenched hands opened and there Were tears in his eyes. I was saved the painful task of making answer to this sad speech, as the Mollie had made fast to the wharf boat, and I turned to respond to a salutation made by the mud clerk, who was an old schoolmate of mine. In ten minutes the captain cried "All on board!" antl those who were going to take passage, including Mr. and Mrs. Simpson and their little girl, hurried across the short staging and up the cabin stairs. The little steamer backed out and down the stream until about sixty yards from the shore, when, with her nose pointed straight at the north pole, her engines were re- Versed, aud she began to move up stream. Just as soon as she got under headway the rostabouts—all darkies—gathered on the forward deck and broke out into that song so familiar to residents of river towns in those days, and sang as only Mississippi river rostabouts could sing. The leader, perched upon some high object of freight, sang the first and third lines as a solo, and the whole crew joined in the others, which were usort of refrain. One should hear the tune to thoroughly appreciate this musical eem, but here are some of the words: A bully ooat ana captain too; Row, Molllej row, gall A handsome mate and jolly crew; Bow, Mollie; row, gall Df course the words were always made to suit the particular boat upon which they were being sung. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson had passed iud taken a position near the stern of the boat, so that they might see and be seen by their friends on the wharf as long us possible, and were waving their handkerchiefs. As the Mollie was just opposite the wharf boat Millie was raised to a standing position on the guard rail by her mother, who passed ono arm around tho child while employing tho other in waving goodbyes. Suddenly Millie threw out her hands, us if in imitation of her mother. The latter was unprepared for such n movement. The child broko from her light clasp and fell lor tne service ydn nave'uon6in6 ahfl minfl today." ' "No," said "Reddy" in asoftef toiifc th- 4 his former abrupt refusal. "I'm wllli: " to call it even, and let bygones be bygonu,, but all the reward I want for bringing the little girl out 1'vo.ftot here," and %e placed - his hand upon his breast. Every one present, excepting myself, thought he referred only to a consciousness of a duty done; but I had not forgotten his act of secreting something between his shirt and that breast as I Stepped up to return his flask. I knew his words had other meaning. He went o.ver to the wharf boat, picked up his coat, and putting it on as he walked, passed up the levee toward the business part of town. Mr. Simpson, with a grieved look on his face, turned away and joined his wife and friends. Millie was smiling as she lay in her mother's arms. She needed only 'dry clothing and a little care, to avoid a cold, to be in a few hours as well as she evef was. The trip up the river had been abandoned for that day, so far as the Simpson family was concerned. The little girl's hat, shoes and other articles of apparel which had been removed were gathered up, all but oue little stocking. That could not be found. I knew where It was, and so did "Reddy;" but I kept his secret—at least until after he had left town. The Mollie hud once more started up the stream, but there was no singing this time. The superstitious darkies were dumb for the time being. In a few minutes all the women and most of the men hud left tho wharf. About a score of young men still lingered near the old dock talk- Ing. One of them, who had overheard the conversation between Mr. Simpson and ''Reddy," asked if any ono knew the meaning of it. 1 gave a partial explanation, and then it was proposed that wo make up a purse right there for the brave follow. A collection was at once taken, and a susfl which more than equaled Mr. SimpsotiV "sawbuck" was tho result. We hurried off to find our man, and soon learned that he had gone into Steve's, Yes. there he was—in the kitchen, aittina as close osno couicT'get to tlio big cook stove, aud steaming like a Broadway man-' hole with the cover off. "Morgan," wheel's suction. Mrs. Simpson's wild cry was heard high above tho beating of tho Mollie's wheel and the singing of her jolly crow, and only her husband's strong arm restrained her from plunging madly in after the child. Wt on the wharf bout saw the little one jump, and tho faces that were smiling at her efforts to wave adieu paled,' and the mother's anguish had an echo in every heart. I felt and heard something rush by me and the old landing dock settled down ns If wave rocked as the figure of a man shot out into the deep water ten feet beyond. He was coatless and bareheaded, and there could be no mistaking, by one who had seen it, that head of bushy hair. It was "Reddy" Morgan. Before the boat's of-1 fleers knew what was the matter and bad ' rung down her engines "Reddy" was more ' than half way from tho dock to the spot where Millie had first disappeared. The holder of three championship medals should have bad one more, for he could swim with a motion as "speedy" as that be used in setting long primer. "Farther down stream!" shouted a man on the shore. "Reddy" raised his body out of the water, gave a quick glance - his right and struck out again. Once he seemed to stand upright, and then i plunge head first under the water. He was down half a minute, which seemed un hour to the anxious watchers, then up he came with a rush us if shot from a spring, and high on his shoulder was a something which we knew intuitively was the child. By this time two men in a skiff were pulling from the wharf to "Reddy's" assistance. The Mollie had slowed down and was preparing to land. The skiff was soon by "Reddy's" side, and we heard him blurt out, as if short of breath: "I'll carry the—little one—boys; but yon must tow—-us in." He grasped the stern of the small boat as it swung around within reach, and the boatman carefully pulled for a point on the shore just below the wharf boat. "Give me something to lay her on," said "Reddy," as ho hurried out into the gravel beach. In an instant half a dozen coats were spread out upon the beach and the unconscious child was placed upon them. After carefully removing her shoes and stockings and tearing open her dress, Morgan began to roll her about and toslup her back with his open band. She showed signs of recovering, and the tramp, who seemed to know just what to do, said, "Oue of you rub her hands and another slap her feet." He got on to his feet, and, drawing a black bottle from his hip pocket, pulled its cork with his teeth and sat down again Taking the little girl in his arms he gently forced the mouth of the flask between her lips. She swallowed something with a shudder, and "Reddy" passed the bottle to me and pointed to the cork between his teeth. I understood him. Then he took up one of tho dryest coats and wrapped it about tho child as she lay in his arms "She'll be all right now," he said. Just then the Mollie rubbed against the wharf boat, and a white faced woman ran toward us, followed by half u dozen men, the foremost of whom was her husband '|My child! My Millie! Where is sho?" "She is here, and is uninjured, Mrs Simpson," said several at once. "Reddy" arose easily, and without eay- ing a word gently laid little Millie iu her mother's arms. Then he stooped, picked something from the ground und hurriedly thrust it inside his shirt. I alone observed this movement as I handed him his bottle saying, "You had better take somo of this stuff yourself, old man." "Not now," he replied, and put tho bottle in his pocket. As he turned to move away Mr, Simpson came up to him, and speaking with considerable emotion said; "My good man, I urn your debtor for more than I can ever pay. What can I suy. What can I do to in part show how deeply grateful I am?" "Nothing!" answered "Reddy" rather crossly, and without changing his position. "But, sir, I iusist. You do not look like one who bus all he could use of this world's goods. I hope you will acxept a small token of my gratitude," and Mr. Simpson took from hi., wallet a twenty-dollar bill aud held it out. j "I'll take nothing from you. As you say, I am not overburdened with worldly goods, and I've seen tho time—aud uot long igo—when I didn't, have a cent and wus hungry; but I don't want uny of your money. I'd adviso you to take that saw- nick and buy new padlocks for the culu- )oose with it." "Keddy" turned, und the man who had seated him so unfeelingly twenty-tour Wirs bofore saw to whom he was indebted for saving his child's life. His face lushed and he looked very uncomfortable, but he said: accept anything from Mr. Simpson, and they have made up this little purse for you, and we all hope you will accept it." "You heard me say I didn't want to be paid for what any square man who could swim would do." "Yes, wo heard you; but listen to me," and I stepped close to him and whispered, 'I know what you've got inside your shirt; I saw you pick it up. Shall I tell the boys, or will you take the purse?" He put one hand over my mouth, and jumping quicklv to his feet said: "Friends, I'll take it. I still think you overestimate what I did, but you mean well und I like you for it. If I didn't have to be continually traveling on account of my health I'd stay here and be elected mayor, so that I could tear down .that old calaboose or turn it into a soup house. But, jokes aside, I want to ask one thing of you, friends. Don't bo too hard on tho tramp. They're not all like me; I'm one from choice. But in the last two or threo years many a good man has been forced on to the road. There's a great big world outside of your quiet little town, and there's a good deal of hardship and misery in it. Lots of poor devils are trying to get away from it, and they keep walking and walk- ,' ing. When a seedy looking strange*r\\ strikes you for a lift don't bo in a hurry /S to refuse him. Find out if it wasn't want of work that pulled him down, and his unsuccessful hunt for it that made him seedy. 1 ' There was perfect quiet in the little restaurant for a moment, then some one proposed "threo cheers for 'Reddy' Morgan," which were heartily given, and all filed out. An hour later the Tom Jasper touched at the old wharfboat, two hours behind time. As she steamed away down the river one of her passengers was a hero and the first tramp printer I ever saw. I never met him again, but do not think I shall ever forget him. While overhauling some old papers today the grotesque card of the "Typographical Tmirist" met my gaze, and the events which I have tried to relate in the foregoing passed before my mind as distinctly as if they had happened only yesterday.-Jos. R. Buchanan in New York Printers' Annual. A Sure Passport to Fame. It almost seems as if every man and every woman hud the power of insuring Immortality on earth, not by one good novel, as was once cleverly suggested, but by a good diary. Successful literary men, aside from mere professional skill, have exceptional possibilities of making the passport valid, booner or later they come in contact with all the choice spirits of their day. Good things are said and done, good anecdotes pass from mouth to mouth, to be remembered awhile and forgotten unless set down, in black and white. Clearly, this simple task, so easily performed, is a duty tho skillful writer owes to his descendants, since the author's note books, which remain do but stimulate our appetite for more, and his impressions of his time however slight, will have their value some day.—Soribner's. 'Crook's Councils of War. Crook's councils of war differed from those of any other general, living or dead. He never asked any one for an opinion never gave one of his own, but, taking hit rifle in hand, strolled a short distance away from camp, sat down under a rock, crossed ono knee over the other, clusped his arms about his shins, uud occasionally rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his right hand. This was the lust infallible sign by which tho troops afterward learned to know that one of Crook's councils of war was in progress. He communed with himself canvassed all tho pros and cons of his predicament,—Century; Enormous Strength of Spider Silt. The strength of the spider silk is incred- iUle. bize for size it is considerably tougher than a bar of stool. An ordinary spider's thread is capable of bearing a weight of throe grains, while a steel thread of the Hume thickness would support less than two. A bar of steel one inch in diameter will bear u weight of fifty tons, but it is calculated that if a spider's thread of the same size coald exist, it would be capable "f supporting a weight of seventy-four tons-tlmt is to say, its strength would be half as greut again us that of steel, or ueur- ly three times that of wrought iron.-Corn- nil! Magazine. .aplied. "I'm done: that beats me. Boss, maybe The Chatelniuo Bouquet. The chatelaine bouquet is quite the rage. It ia long stemmed and ia suspended from the waist by a chatelaine of handsomo ribbon, and usually consists mJ° Se8 , a £ d M ™ SQ or carnations and „„,.,.., agaiu be turned away with bridal or from my door hungry. Pardon the wrong ville Courier T^^or I di.a you. and accept something.from me, M9 Conner-Journal. I

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