The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on May 25, 1898 · Page 3
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 3

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, May 25, 1898
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OTPEK om MOINES: ALGONA IOWA, WEDNESDAY MAY as. INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER VI.—(Continued.) "The devil take those fellows," Dick Was sayiag to himself at that moment, as he drove along. "They have either got a clue or they've turned suspicious. Snooks the other day and Laurence now. I shall have to make up my mind to screw things up to a- climax." But he had not now much fear that the climax would be a disagreeable one for him; and he drove along over the muddy roads as gayly as ever he liad done between the sweet September hedgerows. Yet when he drew up in front of the Hall it struck him that there was something strange about the place. For one thing, the usual neat and well-kept gravel was cut up, and in one place the low box-hedge which skirted the now empty flower beds was cut and crushed as if a careless driver had driven over it, ' He was not long left in doubt. Old Adam came to take his horse and led him off to the stable, shaking his head with ominous sadness, and muttering something indistinctly about a bad job; and then Barbara opened the door with scared, white face, and quivering lips which could not command themselves sufficiently to tell him anything. "Good God, what Is it?" exclaimed Dick; his thoughts flying straightway to Dorothy. But it was not Dorothy, for in two minutes she came running Into the room, tried to speak, and then, scared and trembling and sobbing, she found herself somehow or other in his arms. Dick was almost beside himself with anxiety, but he soothed her tenderly, and patted her shoulder with a gentle, "There, there, darling, don't cry like that. What Is it, dear? Tell me." But for a little time Dorothy' simply could not tell him. "I've been longing for you to come," she said at last. Oh, poor Auntie! and she is all I have in the world—In the world." "But Is she 111?" asked he. "Remember that I know nothing." "But you gat my telegram," ~ she said, caaslng her sobs to look at him. "Your telegram? No! What telegram?" "I sent one early this morning to you at Colchester," she answered— " 'To R. Harris, 40th Dragoons, Colchester.' Was not that direction enough?" »"Well, scarcely," said Dick, half smiling at his own knowledge. "But about your aunt—is she ill?" Dorothy's tears broke out afresh. "She is dying—dying," she sobbed. "The doctor says there is no hope—no hope whatever." "But tell me all about it," he urged. "What is the matter with her? She was all right yesterday afternoon when I left. It must have been very suddden. Was it a fit?" "Paralysis," answered Dorothy mournfully. "We were just going to bed, and Auntie got up, and all at once.she said, 'I feel so strange, Dorothy; fetch Barbara;' and when I came back a minute afterward she had slipped down on the floor by the sofa there and could hardly speak. We put a pillow under her head, and got Adam up, and Adam drove into Dovercourt and brought the doctor out as fast as he could; but Auntie did not know him at all. And as soon as he came in, Barbara and I knew it was all over with her, for he shook his head, and said, 'We had better get her to bed. 0>h, no, it won't disturb her, she feels nothing.' But she did 'feel something," Dorothy added, "for when we were undressing her she spoke several times, and always the same, 'My poor little girl—Dorothy- all alone,' " and here, poor child, she broke down again, sobbing over her own desolation. "I begged and prayed her not to worry about me, but it was no'good. Dr. Stanley said she couldn't hear me, and so she kept on all night, 'My poor little girl—all alone.'" For some minutes Dick said never a word. "Dorothy," he said at last, "I should like to see her. Where is she?" '•In her own bed," said Dorothy wonderingly. "Then take me up there. Perhaps she will understand me if I tell her something." So Dorothy took him up to the large darkened room where the mistress of the house lay dying. Barbara, filled with grief and dismay, sat keeping watch beside her, and she stared with surprise to see Dorothy come in, followed by the tall soldier, who entered with a soft tread and went up to the bed, where he stood for a moment watching the dying woman, and listening to the Incoherent, mumbling words that fell from her lips. "Dorothy—little girl—no one—alone— ah!—" and then a long sigh, enough to break the hearts that heard it. "Just pull up that blind for a minute, Barbara," said Dick to the weeping woman. "I want to speak to your mistress, and I can't tell whether she will understand me unless I can see her face." Tihen as Barbara drew up the blind and let the feeble November daylight in upon the pallid face lying so stiffly among the pillows, he laid his hand upon the nerveless one lying upon the bed-cover. "Miss Dirnsdale," he said, "do you k-uow me?" But there was no aud he tried again. "Miss Dimsdale, don't you know me, Dick Harris?" For a moment there was a deathlike silence, then the dying woman muttered, "Dorothy—girl—alone." "You are troubling albout Dorothy," said Dick, slowly and Clearly, "and I have something to tell you about Dorothy. Can you hear me? Cannot you make me some sign that you hear me? Can you move your hand?" But no, the hand remained perfectly still, still and cold, as if it were dead already. "Can you make me no sign that you hear me?" Dick urged. "I must tell you this about Dorothy. It will make you quite easy in your mind about her." Still she did not move or speak, but after a moment or so her eyes slowly opened and she looked at him. "I see that you hear me and know me," said Dick. "You are troubling to know what will happen to Dorothy if you should die in this illness. Is that it?" "Yes." She had managed to speak intelligibly at last, and Dick pressed the cold, nerveless hand still covered by his own. "I want to marry Dorothy at once," ho said very clearly and gently. "I should have asked you soon In any case. But you will be quite satisfied to know that she Is safe with me, won't you?" There was another silence; then the poor tied tongue tried to speak, tried again, and at last mumbled something which the three listeners knew was, "Bless you." "Auntie, auntie," sobbed Dorothy, In an agony, "say one word to me—to me and poor Barbara, do." The dying eyes turned toward the faithful servant, and a flickering smile passed across the worn, gray face. "Old friends," she said more clearly than she had yet spoken. "Very happy," and the eyes turned toward Dick. "Auntie!" cried Dorothy. "My lltte girl," said the dying wom- DO YOU KNOW ME? an, almost clearly now. "My dear, good child. I am quite happy." There was a moment's silence, broken only by the girl's wild sobs, and when Dick looked up again, the gray shadows had fallen over the worn face, and he knew that her mind was at rest now. And in the quiet watches of that night Marlon Dimsdale passed quietly away, just as the tide turned backward to the great North Sea. CHAPTER VII. ICK stayed at Graveleigh Hall until the end came, after which he bade Dorothy go to bed; and he put his horse in and drove back to Colchester, which he reached in time for the day's duty, being orderly officer for the day. "I must stay in the barracks all tomorrow, darling; I am on duty," he explained to her; "but I'll get leave the next day and come out here in the morning. Meanwhile, will you and Barbara say nothing of the engagement between us?—I want to have a long talk to you before any one else knows a single word." And Dorothy, of course, promised, and Barbara promised too, believing quite that Mr. Harris wished to say nothing about marrying and giving in marriage while the dear mistress of the house lay cold and still within it. It was a sad and wretched day. The news spread quickly through the neighborhood, and every few minutes Inquirers came to the door to hear the details from Barbara and ask kindly for Dorothy. And about noon, by the time Dorothy had dragged herself out of bed and was sitting miserably beside the drawing-room fire, David Stevenson rode along the avenue ami told Barbara that he wanted to see Miss Dorothy. "Miss Dorothy is very poorly and upset, sir," said Barbara, who had a sort of instinct that Dorothy would rather not see this particular visitor. "Yes, but I must see her all the same," said David, curtly. "Where is she?" "In the drawing-room, sir," said Barbara. "But I da»'t think J can let you go ia without asking Miss Doro* thy—1—" "Do you know," asked David, with exasperating calmness, "tihat 1 am Miss Dimsdale's sole executor? No, I thought not. Then you will understand now, perhaps, that it Is necessary that I should see her—to find out her wishes with regard to the funeral for one thing, and to give her authority to have her black frocks made for an- obher;" and then, poor Barbara having shrunk away scared and trembling from this new and strange David Stevenson, whom she did not seem to know at all, he went straight to the drawing-room, going In and shutting the door behind him. Dorothy jumped up with a cry almost of alarm when she saw who had thus entered. "There," said he, coldly, motioning her back to her chair, "don't be afraid; I shall not hurt you," and then he got himself a chair and set it a little way from hers. "I was obliged to come and see you at once, Dorothy," he said, in a cold and formal way, "because your poor aunt made me the sole executor under her will. But first let me say how very, very sorry I am that I have to come like this. I have known Miss Dimsdale all my life, and loved her al* ways." Dorothy had softened a little at this, and before he had ended his sentence began to cry plteously. David Stevenson went on: "I don't want to speak about the reason why she left me in charge of everything," he said—"at least, not just now. Of course, she thought that everything would be very different with us. And then, too, she was a good deal mixed up with me In business matters, and I believe she wished that the outside world should know as little of her affairs as possible. Now, Dorothy, it shall be as you wish; I will either simply hear your wishes about the funeral and the mourning and all that, and tell you how your affairs stand by-and-by, or I will tell you now, whichever you like." "I would rather know the worst now," said Dorothy, In a very low voice. She knew from his manner that he had no comforting news to tell her. "Then I will ten you," said he, in a strained tone; "and first I must ask you, did Miss Dimsdale ever tell you that she had great losses during the past two years?" "Losses!" cried Dorothy, with open eyes. "No; I don't know what you mean." "I feared not. Well, she had several terrible losses of money, and—and, to cut a long story short, Dorothy, I advanced her several large sums on—on the security of this property." "Then this—go on," said Dorothy. "At that time Miss Dimsdale and I both thought that everything would be different between you and me, and, In fact, that I was but advancing money to you. We thought that the world—our little world here, I mean— would never know anything about It, and she was obliged to sell the Hall to somebody. I gave her more for it than anybody else in the world would have done, because—well, because I wished to oblige her, and to help her over this difficulty. On no account would I have disturbed her here or have taken a farthing of rent from her, if she had lived to be ninety." "Then this Is your house?" Dorothy asked. "It is," he answered, quietly. "But Auntie had a very large annuity," he exclaimed. (To be continued.) COMPLETION OF THE BIBLE. Generally Believed to Have Been Reached About A. I). 13O. Scholars differ in opinion as to the date at which the books now found in the New Testament were completed, says the Review of Reviews, but it Is probable that this was accomplished not later than 130. Many centuries have passed since the formation of the old testament, but the new was all written within a single hundred years. The decision as to which books should be received into the new canon was not so quickly reached, for the earliest fathers of the church frequently quote from other gospels, such as one "according to the Egyptians," or "accord-, ing to the Hebrews," and the Syrian church accepted some books not received by that of North America, or the western church and vice veraaJ There Is a legend that at the first ecumenical council of Nicaea, 325, copies of the Christian literature then current were laid beneath the altar and tho genuine books leaped out of the maas and ranged themselves on the altar. It probably contains a germ of the truth —that at this convocation it was decided that the books now received were apostolic or written under apostolic direction, and the others were spurious. Be that as It may the judgment of several generations of Christians certainly decided upon the value of these books as distinguished from' many others written at about that time or later, and the council of Carthage (397) Is said to have fixed the canon. The word "canon" was first used by Athanasius, in the fourth century, in the sense of "accepted" or "authorized," and Jerome and Augustine held the present new testament as canonical. Next to Mau In Intelligence. Sir John Lubbock makes the remarkable statement that "when we consider the habits of ants, their social organization, their large communities, and elaborate habitations; their roadways, their possession of domestic animals, and even, in some cases, of slaves, it must be admitted that they have a fair claim to rank next to mau in the scale of intelligence." WINSLOW IS AYEMED WILMINGTON POURS COLD STEEL INTO CARDENAS BATTERIES. Disregard* All Danger—Dead and Dying Are teft In the Kulng of Signal Stations, Masked Batteries, Ships and Forts. On Thursday morning, May 12, the gunboat Wilmington steamed close into the coast and keys oft the town of Cardenas, Cuba. Its gun crews were at their stations and every man on board, froin Captain Todd to the signal boy, had but one burning idea, "Avenge the Winslow." The watchword along the crowded decks and In the heated engine room, where the blackened giants toiled stripped to the waist, was "Remember the Winslow," and "Damn a pacific blockade." Within range of the powerful four- Inch broadsides were the Spanish gunboats which had decoyed the Winslow up to the masked batteries and had dealt out sudden death, and near the forts lay two schooners at anchor. Reports of mines planted In the entrance to tho channels were disregarded. The Wilmington was no longer a blockader. It had become a destroyer, and for an hour a hurricane of exploding projectiles bellowed and shrieked into tho harbor of Cardenas, not against the town, but against the ships and defenses, and the Spanish troops and sailors. .The gunners of the Wilmington do not waste ammunition, and tho execution was remarkable. Nearly 300 four-inch, one-Inch, and six-pound shells screamed shoreward like a steel cataract, and afloat and ashore signal stations, masked batteries, and forts were knocked to pieces and the Spanish had to flee like rats from a sinking ship. They left behind many dead and dying. It was the most destructive bombardment yet attempted on the Cuban coast. In the harbor two Spanish gunboats without steam up were riddled and sunk, their crews having fled to the shore in small boats. They had no time to offer a show of lighting their guns. The two schooners at anchor were sunk where they lay, and one block house ca.ught fire from an exploding shell and flamed out like a war beacon. The Wilmington was not touched by tho few shells flung at It. The attack was sudden and superbly effective. The Wilmington in an hour swept Cardenas bare of defenses as one would brush crumbs from a table cloth. The town of Cardenas is three miles back from the gulf entrance to the harbor, so that non-combatants probably suffered but slightly. Of course, It is impossible to know the Spanish losses, because no landing was made, but for the last two weeks troops have been massing in front of Cardenas in anticipation of a possible choice of this point for an invasion as the base of supplies by the American forces. Hundreds of men were working on earthworks and block houses overlooking the harbor, and masked ' batteries were being planted, one of which surprised and made sad havoc on the torpedo boat Winslow. This death trap was located by the Wilmington and men and guns were blown high into the air. It was terrific punishment at close range, this fierce onslaught of the Wilmington, and It was the first real demonstration against the Cardenas Spanish, who had become indifferent to American warships that were always hovering outside, while only smaller torpedo boats had opened fire and dashed menacingly shoreward. It was another matter, however, when the Wll- damage." He* waa overmOdest. In reality foe had caused a considerable measure of annihilation and absolutely BO In particular Instances of certain gunboats, batteries, small fortifications, and an unknowa number of Spaniards. Mistakes of Business Men. One of the greatest mistakes a man can make is that of payln-r too little attention to his diet, for the neglect la often the cause of ailments that sometimes develop Into serious disease. Do we not all know the man somewhat past middle age but whose years do not WORLb'S BEST GOVERNED Clf V Glasgow's Snceeis In the Management 6t Municipal Affairs. The leading and most commendable feature of the management of public affairs la the principle of *ha sinking fund, which is applied to every; enterprise or business In which thai municipality is Interested, Whatevetl debts it has are on the sure and satd road to liquidation by the automatic operation of the sinking-fund device. By this means the city of Glasgow will, Inside of fifty years, fUrnlsh free watef party politics enters into no local eteti- CAPT. TODD. imply any senility or decay, who becomes fidgety, unfit for business, depressed, and melancholic ev'en to tab' verge of Insanity? We know him to have been a hard-working man of business, always perhaps a little nervous and very probably an indifferent sleeper. He is more tired when he ought to get up than when he went to bed; he rises at the last moment, and, bolting a mouthful of breakfast, rushes off to catch the train or trolley, worried and anxious lest he 'bo 'late at his office. At lunchtime, particularly If ho Is busy, he takes, not a meal, but a blocuit, a sandwich, eaten perhaps standing, and often bolted In such a manner that the grim fiend indigestion Instantly claims him as his own, more particularly if lie indulges in frequent "nips." Very often his reason is that if he makes a heavy meal he renders himself unfit for the duties of the afternoon. But there is moderation in all things—a quiet, simple lunch taken quietly and sitting down should be indulged In. In the evening he eats his dinner, very often a .heavy meal, and perhaps not before half-past seven or eight o'clock. Now, granting that this meal is amply sufficient, such a man lives virtually on one meal a day. Result, in time a breakdown. A holiday sets him up again for a time, but, if he persists in this evil course, only to break down again. We cannot too strongly impress upon our readers the absolute necessity in the Interests of their health devoting a proper attention to this all-important question of trio lights free; electric or water power at cost; allow them to ride on ita electric road at the nominal fare of 2 cents for any distance and furnish to all free use of a magnificent public library. The city affairs are managed by business men with the same prudence with which they would manage their own affairs; the question of party politics enters into no local election and It seems to be the object of the municipality to administer the city's finances in an economical way, to improve the public health in its physical and moral basis, and to give brightness and the possibility of happiness to civil life, Its success in all these has been so marked as to command the admiration of the civilized world and to gain for itelf the appellation of the best governed city on the face of the globe. No Head-Covering for Girls In Japan. Miss Ida Tigner Hodnett writes of "The Little Japanese at Home" in May St. Nicholas. Miss Hodnett says: There is no special head-covering in the native costume for girls. Indeed, the modo of dressing the hair would not admit of hats and bonnets such as ours. There is rivalry among Japanese girls as to whose hair shall be most becomingly and artistically arranged, whose girdle be most gracefully tied, and whose robe show the most harmonious effects; and they are quite "equal to their western sisters in the taste for personal adornment. The Japanese parasol is used as a shelter from the sun, and the European umbrella la GUNNERS OF THE WILMINGTON POURING THE CONTENTS SPANIARDS AT CARDENAS. OP REPEATING RIFLES INTO THE] mlngton, with its eight four-inch guns and secondary battery and a nest of machine guns in its formidable fight- Ing top, slowly circled over the smooth sea which gave its gunners a platform as steady as solid rock. It was no longer target practice, but a spectacle. It was death in the spurting flame and enveloping smoke cloud, and the only respite came when the sweating gunners paused to let the smoke fog drift away. The commander of the Wilmington •hailed us next morning ftnd tersely that "he had thrown. Qar4e«a§, ™ -,»^ careful eating. To get up In plenty of time for a comfortable breakfast Is after all only a question of habit, and we ought not to forget that a good breakfast, with plenty of time to eat it in is the very best foundation for the day. Again, a moderate lunch, taken leisurely, and not bolted, is a necessity. To neglect this is to court disaster, and it is false economy at the best. Suppled, The republic of Uruguay &9 more Us gaining favor. For going out in the rain there are rain coats and raia hat» made of oiled paper. FACTS AND FIGURES, The diameter of the moon is 2,160 miles, and its distance from the earth 238,650 miles. In a bushel pf wheat there are 556,» 800 sqeds; rye, 8?S,400; stover,

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