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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, November 18, 1891
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THE tJPPM JL>ES MQIKlS^AMONAaQWA. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER IP,.1891, Lore, when we met, 'twas like two planets meet- followed; bodr, eonl and heart haken, thrilled and startled by that Old ties, ol§ dreains, old alrts, all torn apart And wrenched away, left nothing there the while, Bnt thft great shining story of yonr smile. I knew no cast, 'twas all a blnrred, blank waste. tasked no fntnre. 'Twasabllndlng glare. I only clasped the present; as men taste Some ftlmnlatlng wine, and lose all care— t tasted lo've'S ell*ir, and I seemed Dwelling in Some strange land, like one who dreamed. It wan a god-like separate existence. Our world was set apart In some fair clime, 1 had no will, no purpose, no reslslence— I only knew I loved yon for all time. 'Thtt earth seemed something foreign and afar, And we two sovereigns, dwelling in a star. It Is so sad, so strange, I almost doubt That all those years conld be before me met, Do Jon not wish that we conld blot them out, Obliterate them, wholly, and forget 'That we had any part In life until We claKped each other with love's rapture- thrill? My being trembled to Its very center At that first kiss. Cold reason stood aside With folded arms to let a Grand Love enter In my soul's sacred chamber to abide. Its great High Priest, my first love, and my There on its altar I consumed my past. And all my life I lay upon its shrine The best emotions of my heart and brain- Whatever gifts and graces may be mine- No secret thought, or memory, I retain, 'Bat give them all for dear love's precious sake; •Complete usrrenderof the whole I make. - Ella Wheeler Wllcox. LYtHDY'S FIN AT.. TKIUMPH. I taught a term of district school in a small country hamlet near Mfc. Desert, two years ago. The house in which I wont to board was one of the most lonseaome places imayrina- M, able. A low, rambling farm dwelling, ifc' surrounded by wood 0 , fields and meadows. ' "* JTo other house was in .Bight, and the road in each direction lost itself in a dense growth of, trees. A turn of the road a quarter of a mile away brought one to the school house, church,, half a dozen dwellings and the one store of the place. The family with which I boarded con. aisled of Mr. Enoch Blaire, an itinerant , preacher, with a fair education, but an inherited dislike,of workt his wife, Mary, one of the best women I ever knew, a thorough housewife, with sound, practical, cpmrron sense, a pure, earnest love of re- ligeon, w'hich she expressed in deeds more often than words, and their son, Jem, seventeen j ears of age. One evening, after I had been a member of the. .fairify. several weeks, and the strained relations of schoolma-aru and boarding inf stress, had -worn away, Mrs. Blaire asked me to bring ray books into the kitchen and sit with her. Jem had gone to bed with a toothache, and Enoih was at a revival meeting in the next district. • He would not be home until very late and she was going to sit up for him. I accepted the invitation gladly, for the bright, cheerful kitchen, was my delight —it was so spotlessly clean and homelike, the pleasantest room in the house. A warm fire added to the cheerfulness, for fall nights had grown chilly. Mrs. Blaire "did up" her dishes, brushed the floor, strained the milk, while I looked over the next day's lessons; then we drew our chairs nearer the fire for one of the talks I had grown to enjoy so much. "What shall we talk about?" said Mrs. Blaire, as she clicked her knitting needles. s "Religion?" This was her favorite theme, and I loved to hear her express her Baptist views of life and death. So 1 let her talk, till at length I looked at the clock. It marked U:30. "Where can Enoch be?" said Mrs. Blaiie, gathering up h^r work. "He was never so late before." She arose, went to the window and peered out into the intense darkness, shivered slightly, come back and threw a few sticks on the fire. We set some time in silence, watching the sparks fly out through the hearth of the cooking stove. The old clock in the corner Btruck^the hour of 12 with slow, deliberate strokes. A sudden breeze sprang up and swung a shutter to with a loud clatter. Then all was fearfully still, when slowly and distinctly from the far distance came a low, musical sound. Nearer and nearer it came, louder and louder it grew, until the whole room was filled with the sweet melody. It was singing, but singing such as I had never heard before. The words we_re unintellible, but the sentiment was of joy and happy rejoicing. I sat spellbound until.the sweet sounds faded away as they had covue. I could not tell whether they were within or without, overhead or under feet. The melody was everywhere. It gave me a strange, enex- plainuble feeling of awe. I turned to look at Mrs. Blaire. Her face was ashen. The lines about her mouth were tightly drawn, and the nervous hand that grasped the back of her chair shook visibly/ •;';' A feeling that J could not account, for of wishing to shut out the night prompted nie to draw the.shades close over the black windows and come closer to the waruith any glow of the fire. All this I observed arid did before I asked: "Did you hear anything, Mrs. Blaira?" "Yep, I heard," murmured Mrs. Blaire, in scarcely more th in' a whisper. "It couldn't have been Jem," I asserted, but to satisfy myself 1 went to the stairway and listened. I heard only the hard, regular breathing of a heavy sleeper. " What, was it Mrs. Blair? " I asked araiii. ' • Mrs. Bhir had resumed her accustomed placid expression and .said, with a light reassuring laugh: "Oh, it was nothing at all. Come, let ns go to bed. We will not sit up longer lor Enoch. I will come in und sit with you till you go to sleep, if you want me to. I said f was not in the least.afraid. But I lay awake for a long time, wondering over the stvange scene. I felt sur.e Mrs. Blaire had a story, and I wanted to hear it. , •••••; Though not a believer in spirits, tmng supernatural h ad a strapge f f as sick and nervous and it m<ide her very unhappy, and I have not a doubt that it hastened her death. John was wrapped up in Sarah; any one could see that. He was kindness itself to her. It nearly broke his heart when she dird. Bad as I felt myself I felt sorrier for him. It's awful to see a ftrong man so unstrung. Every one mourned for Sarah but Lyddy. It never seemed to me she cared much. "Well, one morning-, about a year after Sarah died. John came down to breakfast looking so haggard and white that I was' frightened. I • asted him what was the matter. He shook his head, out when we were alone he told nie that he could not sleep the night bsfore, so he got up and lighted his pipe and sat by the open window smoking. There was no light in the room, but the moon had just risen from behind the hills. He felt a presence near him, and, turning, saw Sarah in her grave clothes with the baby in her arms. She came quite near him and said: " 'John, dear, I want you to marry Lyddy,' and then she vanished. " 'Why,' said John to me, 'I can't marry Lyddy; 1 never can marry any one.' "That was the beginning of our trouble. After that there was scarcely a night that we did not have some manifestation of Sarah's spirit hovering over us. We all heard strange sounds, Tappings, sad music or a baby crying. Neighbors passing the house late at night would tell of seeing a light either in ihe garret or in the cellar. It was more often in the cellar. "Once Sarah herself came tome." Mrs. Blaire paused and I drew neater to her, but I could not speak. She went on: It was just after sunset one lumtre: evening. Our well in the back yard was low, and I had taken my basket of 5rn white clothes down to the spring in the meadow to rinse them. You know where the spring is—at the foot of the slope near the pine grove? It was a lovely evening. The sky was bright with th colors of sunset, but the pines looked darl and lonesome. I remember thinking so as 1 spread the things on the grass. I hai just finished and was taking up my empty basket when, just as plain as I see you this minute, 1 beheld Surah and her baby just in the edge of'the grove. She waved her arm to ward the house and said 'John— Lyddy!'and disappeared. "Of coure all these things made a grea' deal of talk in the village, and many wild exaggerated stories were .told. ™"A party of. men from, the village_ came one night to investigate. The minister was with them, so we let them in. They began at the garret and went through the house. The minister led the search, anc he was standing on the cellar stairs, hal way down, and I a little above him, wher in the cprnor of the dark cellar flashec that curious light. Only for an instant and though we waited a long time it die not come again." "The minister came up into the yard and told the others. While they were talking of it in hushed whispers standing in groups about the yard, Sarah appeared with.her baby still held closely inner arms and tlided among the group'almost touch ing them arid disappeared as mysteiiousl; as she came. "This was the last time she ever appear ed, but nearly every one believed after that night. Until last night I heard noth ing for several years." We sat in silence a long while after she had finished. Then I said: "Where is John now, and Liddy?" After that night John went to sea. We did not hear from him till a year ago he re turned, He is now master of a large vesse thst carries granite from here to New York We expect him every day. Liddy never married. She lias lived right here. JoLn went to see her when he came home Everyone except me seetnb to have forgot ten about Sarah's spirit. Lyddy is away somewhere now on a visit. I thanked htr for telling me the story bade her pood-night, and went to bad to dream of this strange romance iri real life. When I came from school a few days hter Mrs. Blaire met nie at the door greatly excited. "John has come!" she exclaimed, "and —and Lyddy. They are married—were married the night we heard the music." SMITH. ODDITIES. tionfpf me. range f f asciha • •"' .. •• , , . Mrs, •'•Blaire. and I were left alone Sgain the , B?$ evening, As we again rew our .chairs up the crackljpg , fire, W ?°.WBpion said, without any introduction: " : ••.,.... -•'•' THB,8TORY BLAIJtE. '' "My ; dear, I'« g°iPg to tell you a strange J <iid not speak. ''Twenty years aeo my only sister, then a beautiful girl of eighteen, married. Just fifteen months after she an<J her baby .girl were buried in one coffin; Before my sister died she discovered that her bosom friend Lyddy Baker, had cared for her John and had hoped to marry him. We all knew Joha had never shown Lyddy any attention, but 8he tried to make Sarah think he had—said her life was wrecked and much of that kind of talk. Sarah was A two-foot rule—don't wear tight shoes. Sea Captain—"There is no hope! The ship is doomed! In an hour we will all be dead!" Seasick Passenger—"Thank heaven!"—N. Y. Weekly. Mrs. Gadd—"Does your boy take att.f-r you or his father?" Mrs. Gabb—"He takes after his father. You can't believe a word he says."—Good News. Census taker—"How old are you, mad- dam?" "I count twenty-five springs." Census taker—"And how many do you not count?" Young lady,—"T paid you a high price for those kid gloves, and a friend of mine, who is an expert, says ttiey'are not kid at all. He says they are made of cat skin, Dealer.—"Shust vet I said, my tear young lady. I tola you zey vas kit gloves." D.afihaway.—"[ think I have an oldcoa you might wear, Uncle Jasper." Uncle Jasper.—"I'se obliged «ah. Is dat coat a sack ? I ain't yot much use for a tail coat, sah." Dashawny.—"Why, what's the matter with a tail coat, uncle?" Uncle Jasper.—"Um! mighty unhanJy,' sah, getting ober fences," Hired boy (on a farm)—"Kin I go fis'hin' this afternoon ?" Farmer—"No, bub be a gpod boy and work hard an'?mebbe next weet you : km go to.a funeral." ' . ' Hired boy—"Kin I go to your'n?"— Epoch. "You say the chicken soup isn't good? Wiiy, I told the cook hov to make it. Perhaps she didn't catch the idea." Boaider—"No, 1 think it was the chick- pnshe didn't cat9h." '• "Look here, 1 '-'said an exci^d man to a druggist, "Y'QB gave me morphine fpr quinine this morning!" "Is that so?" replied the druggist." >J Tbcn you owe' nie •25 cents. That's the difference in the price.' 1 —Brooklya Life. I'Of coarte it hurts, Josiah," said Mrs. Chugwater, as she applied the liniment and rubbed it in vigorously. "Rheumatism always hurts. You must grin and bear it." . f - ' "I'm willing tj bear it, Samanthy, but I'm not going to grin." Friend—' 'I saw some of your jokes in a book." Humorist (flattered)—"Ah, what book was that?" Friend—"I forgot the name. Jt was a book published a hundred years ago. I saw it in a second-hand book store."— Yankee Blade. Com—''Did you ever go to n fortuneteller's?" Merritt—"Yes., my dear. I went to Bradstreet's to find out about you- farther'." fortune."—Epoch. Jac«c—"Well, Jim, t proposed to Miss Sntnmer last night;" Jim—"Did fhn give you her heart?" Jack—"No, but I got a piece of her mind."—Yale Record. "Binx's conscience is a pretty unsteady affair," said one young man about town to another. "Yes,'' was the reply; "it seems to have a load on on it most of the time."—Washington Star. "1 cannot understand why you should claim that Madge Flyppe is such an artless creature. She strikes me as rather knowing." "That's just it. She is not knowing enough to conceal what she knows."—Indianapolis . I ournal. An egg not long ago laid by a blue An- dalusinn hen at Bradford, Eng., contained the usual yolk and white and a fleshy sub- stanco resembling a heart. The weight of all Wi.s4J<j ounces. The Only Quo Erer Frliitwrt—Can Too find tho Word? There la a S-lnch display advortlsoinont lit tills paper this week which has no two vrorda nliku except one word. Tho same is Into of each now ouo appearing each week from Tlio Dr. Uartcr Medicine Co. Tills house places a "Crescent" on everything llioy make and publish. Look {or It, send them tho name of the word, and they will return you BOOK, BBAUTU'UL LlTUOOltAl'HS Or SAMl'Llig mill. In making up flowers avoid stlfl, »et forms, and let them be artistic iu grace and simplicity, as near to nnturo as possible, with plenty of tho pretty follng* which surmounts them when growing. Made to to*k llfc« N«w. Dresses, Gents' Clothing, Feathers, Gtotei, etc., Dyed or Cleaned, Flush Garments Steamed at Otto Pletch'a Dye Works, 348 W. Water St., Milwaukee. , Scud for circular. The leaves of ft peach tree, « few »t *> time, put Into the boiling milk of a custard or blane mange and removed before It cool* Into shape, glv« * delicate almond Savor. -r A " Flt » ««IT«' • Nt-KVF ItcgTORKK. Nol'iu nftor Hi-Hi duj'i UK. U«r- tcllous cnre». Tr<wl l«e nm! $2.011 trlnl bottl* lr«» to Fit ««•«. S«nd to Dr. Kllno, KS1 Arch 8t, 1'hllrL, P«. A perfume lamp, which burns cologne and spreads a pleasant scent about the room, Is among the late household norel- ties. T* Dltpol Cold*, Headache* and Foyers, to cleanse the system effectually, yet gently, •when costiro or bilious, or when the blood is impure or sluggish, to permanently cure hnbltunl con. stiputlou. to awaken the kidneys and liver to a healthy activity, without Irritating or wcaklng them, use Syrup of Figs. Twelre pounds of ponchos, six pounds of sugar and one pint of vinegar 1* a good proportion for pickled peaches. Bow'n ThUt We offer One Hundred Dollars Reward fat any ea«e of ontixvrh that ciuiuot b* <rar*d by taking Hall's Catarrh Care. F. J. CHENI . . NEY A CO., 1'ropR., Toledo, a Wo. the undersigned, havo known F. J, Cheney for the Iftit fifteen ycnvn. and beliore him perfectly honorable iu nil liunliuxH trtiuaaaUout, and financially nblo to carry out any obligations miulo by Uioir flrin. Wont A Trnnx, Wbolesulo llrnpRlsts, Toledo, O. Waldlng, Kinimn A Marvin, wholesale Drug- cioln, Toledo. Ohio. Hall's Catarrh Cure ia (niton Internally, noting directly upon the blood and mucous surfaces »t tlin svniom. 1'rloo, 75o pur botUo. Bold by all MflDAt, FARIB, 18?a ] W. BAKER & CO.'S Breakfast Cocoa from which the txetM of oil i hM been removed, It abtolutrly pnr« ant U i* *oI«M«. No CJicmicalft art n»«J In Its preparation. It ha* tnore «A/ia ihr'i timit tftt strtngtfi of Coco* mixed with Starch, Arrowroot or Sngar, and Is therefore far more «o- i Domical, •vittng hit than onf I cent a cup. It Ii delldont, nonr. _ I lulling, •lengthening, Mint BIBESTKD, and admirably adapted for tnralldt M w«ll ai frr pertoni In h««llh. 6»U fcf flroMrs*. W. BAKER & CO., Dorchester, Maw.' PR. UAAO THOMPiOTTS CELEBRATED EYE-WATER nil* •riloU U • «»r»faUr »r»p»rW pttjvMu'i ••» uriptUa, uu) hu b*m la oMMlut BM for BMHJ I •*»Unr. TlMM at* fiw <!MMM U whlok rauklml IT* tnbjMt imor» 41«tr*n(tt( th» nor* *j*». Mil nan*, Mrhapt, for whlah man nm»<lM km b*M iri*d without »•»•. For til «rUrm»l iBdannmtlM • f UK «yM it ii u iKfklllbl* r»m«dT. If th* 41r*a. Hen» »r* fell*w»4 U will «*nr fill. W* •irtlralut) latit* U* ntUntloB of phnleiuu to IU rntrlU. JToi FAT FOLKS REDUCED ilr*. All** M«plo, Oration, Vto., wrltM ro|«ht WM MO rxmndi, now it l> W k' 1 For etnahtn addnnii, with Sou . M«Vlck*r'ilbt»tr», OWo«ao.llt rcnl<il'<>K(;iiiii|il(<iliiU!<-nri'Nt'uliHll|li\l Ion. "German Syrup" Here is something from Mr. Frank A. Hale, proprietor of tfce De Witt House, lycwistpn, and the Ton tint Hotel, Brunswick, Me. Hotel men meet the world as it comes and goes, and are not slow in sizing peopli and things up for what they art worth. He says that he had lost • father and several brothers and *4*» ters from Pulmonary Consumption, and is himself frequently troubled with colds, and he Hereditary often coughs enough to make him sick at Conaumptlonhis stomach. Whenever he has taken • cold of this kind he uses Boschee'i German Syrup, and it cures him every time. Here Is a man who knows the full danger of lung tro»» bles, and would therefore be most particular as to the medicine he used. What is his opinion ? Listen I " 1 use nothing but Boschce's German Syrup, and have advised, I presume, more than a hundred different pep* Mas to take it. They agree with me that it is the best cough syrup in the market." 9 few Announcements can be included in this advertisement, but they will enable the friends the icope and character of the reading that will be given in its columns during 1892- of TUB COMPANION to judge somewhat of - the sixty-fifth year of its issue. Nine Illustrated Serial 5tories. The Serial Stories for the coming year will be of rare interest and variety Lois Mallet's Dangerous Gift. A New England Quaker Girl's first Contact with "World's People"; by A Tale of the Tow-Path. The Hardships encountered by a Boy who found Life at home too Hard for him; How Dickon Came by his Name. 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