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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, August 24, 1898
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mm im MOMBJSS IMQNA, IOWA Kr\l INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER XXV.—(Continued.) "Where to, m'lord?" "Palace Mansions." "Yes, m'lord," murmured Charles to •Barker, as they drove off, "that the old codger's done it at last. Palace Mansions is the order—that's where Mrs. 'Arris lives, you know." "Ay," muttered the coachman, in reply. "And Mrs. 'Arris'll catch a Tartar in 'im, no mistake about that." "They generally takes care of themselves," said Charles, with a cynicism worthy of his estimable master. Coming events, they say, cast their shadows before, and Barker, who had been giving a small share of attention to Charles and gossip, suddenly pulled in his horses with a jerk. " 'Osses is inclined to be playful today," he remarked. "I dessay they know it is the wrong time of year to be in town," returned Charles, superciliously. "Likely enough. 'Osses is as sensible as Christians and senslbler than some," Barker rejoined. As they got over the ground the "playfulness" of the horses did not subside; indeed, on the contrary, it increased, and to such an extent that by the time they turned into the Kensington High street they were racing along at express speed, with the evident intention of bolting as soon as they had a chance. •Barker, however, knew his work and did not give them the chance at all, and by the time they reached the corner of the road for which they were bound, they were going steadily again. Unfortunately, at that point, however, that terrible maker of mischief, the unforeseen, happened—a little child with a balloon as large as a man's head suddenly let go the string with which, she had held it captive; the balloon soared away and dashed into the near horse's face; the child screamed at the loss of her toy; the horse reared and plunged. Barker administered a cut of his whip, and the next moment they were dashing down the road, and an elderly woman was lying helplessly in a dead faint just where the carriage had passed. "My God! we are over some one," shouted Lord Aylmer. He was the kind of man who, on emergency, always appeals to the Deity, whom in all his ways of life he utterly and systematically ignores, "Let me get out," he cried. Barker, who was pulling in the horses with might and main, had already checked their mad speed, and a moment or so later turned the horses, with a face like chalk and a dreadful °. fear knocking at his heart that the ',. motionless figure lying in the road * would never move again. He pulled up just where the crowd was gathering, and Lord Aylmer was out of the carriage before Charles could collect his scattered senses sufficiently to get off the box. The crowd was gathering in numbers every moment, and was not only | dense and strong, but curious. Lord |, ( Aylmer, however, without standing on t|ceremony, vigorously elbowed his way ) the inner circle. "Let me pass; stand aside. Police- nan, I am Lord Aylmer—my horses vere frightened by an infernal balloon Ifaat a child was carrying. Is, she much answered. "If your man'll give me a hand we'll lift her in, in a minute." Eventually the woman was lifted into the victoria and the energetic young woman, having rushed back to her house for her hat, got in also, and supported her in as comfortable a position as was compatible with her insensible condition. Just as they were starting, a doctor arrived on the scene, took a hasty glance at the victim of the accident, and quietly got in, taking possession of the little back seat. "I'd better go—It's a bad business," •he said to Lord Aylmer, realizing that he was the owner of the carriage. "Yes—yes—we had better follow in a cab," Lord Aylmer said, turning to the policeman. "I suppose you'll see me through?" "Oh, yes, my lord; I'm bound to do that," he answered. Lord Aylmer was getting more and more nervous; he got into the cab looking white and scared, with his sinful old heart thumping against his ribs in a way that was very unusual with him. Not because his carriage has run over an elderly woman and it was likely to prove a fatal accident, not for that reason at all, but wholly and solely because, when Charles and the policeman had lifted the unconscious woman into the carriage, Lord Aylmer had picked up a letter which was lying face upward in the roadway just where she had lain. Short-sightedness was not one of Lord Aylmer's signs of approaching years, and in an instant he had grasped that the letter was addressed to his nephew Dick, and before Charles and the policeman had got their burden safely into the vle- toria, he had thrust the letter into his pocket, with a sort of impious thanksgiving to Heaven that at last the girl he had been hunting down for many weeks was delivered Into his hand. For evidently this respectable elderly woman, dressed in decent black waa Mrs. Harris' servant; and if it happened that she did not keep more than one — w hy this accident would put her altogether at his mercy. He was positively trembling when Oh, eo you hate hot cut the chains, Master Dick; you've not burnt your boats behind you. What a fool you are, to be sure!" He opened the letter without M»e smallest scruple, tore the envelop* Into a thousand fragments and scattered them to the winds, then settled down to enjoy the tender words beginning— "My own dear Dick," ending "Your loving and faithful little wife, Dorothy." "So her name is Dorothy," he mused. "Strange that they should always lay such stress on their love and their faithfulness! They're all alike. I wonder who the Esther is that she talks about. Barbara Is evidently the old girl who came to grief just now. Well, Barbara Is safely laid by the leg for the next few weeks. Heally, it could not have fallen out better If one had planned it all. But I wonder who Esther is? 'Esther hasn't come yet,' she says, 'but may come at any moment,' I must find out about Esther." When they got to Palace Mansions, he saw Dorothy looking anxiously out of the window. "On the watch," he said to himself, "And pretty uneasy, too." The lovely face disappeared when the carriage drew up at the door, and the smart footman, In his glory of crimson and white, jumped down and opened the door for the handsome old gentleman, who got out and went into the building. He knocked at the door of No. 3, and Dorothy, being perfectly alone, had no choice but to go and open it. . "Am I speaking to Mrs. Harris?" said the suave, wicked old voice. "Yes," answered Dorothy, wondering what he could possibly want with her. "May I come in? I am Lord Aylmer, I have something to tell you. No, don't be alarmed; it is nothing very bad. Pray don't alarm yourself." CAMPFffiE SKETCHES. GOOD SHOftT StORllBS FOR THE VETERANS. A Variety ot Short Stories That ttafre Had Their Origin In This and Other Wars — Remftrkable Experiences of Soldiers on Land and Sea. The BurlnV of Sir John Moore. Not a drum wag heard, nor a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot As his corpse to the rampart we hurled. We burled him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning— By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. i No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not In sheet or In shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread oler his head, And we far awny on the billow 1 Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er hla cold ashes upbraid him;— But little he'll reck, If they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. reached the St. George's Hospital, and Barbara was carried in, not unconscious now, for the slight jolting of the carriage had brought her to again. Then there was a short time of impatient waiting before the doctor came to them—that is, Lord Aylmer and the young lady who had come with the patient. "Broken leg," he said—"a bad thing at her time of day. And she is worrying about her mistress—wants to send and break it gently—isn't in good health just now. Will you go?" turning to the young lady. "I? Oh, I'm so sorry, but I'm clue at rehearsal now—I must go off at once. Couldn't you go?" she asked, turn-ing to Lord Aylmer. "Certainly—with pleasure. Shall I I? "Dead faint at present, my lord;" 'returned the policeman, who had the > woman's head-upon his knees. "I •' wish we could get some brandy and some water." '•.. Lord Aylmer looked around for Charles. "Charles, get some brandy j and water from somewhere or other. ^Be auick." °: Just then a well-dressed young wo- ^man pushed her way through the crowd. "Let me pass," she urged. '/'Can't you see I've brought brandy? Stand back, you men. Have you never 'seen an accident before? Do you Jwant to kill her? Stand back!" She was a handsome woman, scarce- '.ly more than a girl; her hands and ; ; face and speech betokened that she was gently born; her fearless speech put- Sting into words what was in her mind, |had the effect of causing the crowd to shrink back a little. "Is she much |hurt?" she asked. I "Pretty bad case, Miss," answered ;the policeman, who was trying to get :'a little brandy down the unconscious ^woman's throat. S; "Hadn't you better get her into my house? She can't lie here," she went :!pn. "Has any one gone for a doctor?" I should get her orf to the 'orspital tat once Miss," the policeman replied. Would'you? Poor thing! I was |tanding at my window and saw it 11. You oughtn't to let your coach- ian drive like that," she added, se- erely, to Lord Aylmer. "I don't; but my horses were frlght- ped by a child's balloon," he ex- ilained. "You oughtn't to have horses that re frightened at trifles," she respond- ja, ijlogically, "I think we'd better get her prf , once," said the policeman, "she ,ves no sign of coming round." "How can we take her? Shall I? I jave the carriage here ready, ana the jorscs are sober enough now." "Yog, my lord, I really think that's !ie best UUujf we can do," tfee ether CHAPTER XXVI. T the mention of his name—and as the policeman and the doctor, the young lady who had gone to Barbara's aid, and the people at St. George's knew all about him, it would, he knew, be useless to deceive Dorothy as to his identity, so he boldly gave his own name and trusted to the chance of her not knowing that he was anything to Dick—Dorothy started as if she had been shot, and at the hint of "something to tell," which instinct always tells us means bad ne\Ts, she staggered back, and would probably have fallen if he had not caught her. "I beg you will not frighten yourself like this," he cried. "Indeed, it is not so serious as that." "It is " Her lips could not utter Dick's name, her agony was so great; but her eyes spoke volumes in place of her tongue. It never occurred to Lord Aylmer that she was thinking of Dick. Ho only thought how lovely she was In her distress, and wondered how he could best tell her the truth. "The fact is," he said, blurting the truth out at last, "there has been an accident, and your old servant •" "Barbara—is she hurt?" Dorothy cried in dismay. "I am sorry to say that she is hurt. More sorry to be obliged to own that it was my own carriage which did the mischief. But won't you let me come in and tell you all about it? It Is such a shame to keep you standing there." "Oh, yes, of course. .Forgive me, but I—that is, you have startled m^, and I forgot that we were still here. Come in." (To bo continued.) Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; Wo carved not a line, and wo raised not a stone,— But left him alone with his glory. "Henry Armstrong," the heroine o! * battlefield. •When the war broke out Myra was a country girl who had a lover a few years older than herself. They had been engaged for three years when the lad enlisted and marched away. This was in 1862. For a few months Myfa Lawrence went about her usual duties, but her brain and heart were planning all the while. Suddenly she disappear* ed from her home in Kansas and .10 trace of her could be found. Finally the search was abandoned. Far away In the South a smooth* faced youth applied for admission -;o Join Grant's army, and as men were sorely needed, all volunteers were accepted. The disguised girl was enlisted and was assigned to the company In which her lover was marching, her closely cut hair and her altered dress so thoroughly hiding her Identity that the young man did not recognize his sweetheart. He grew fond of the new recruit and they became congenial comrades. When the hardships of a war's romance were closing the young man often told the boy stories of his home and the "girl he left behind him." A few clays later came an order lu the midst of one of the wildest battles of the war for the Kansas regiment to charge. The two comrades shouted and rushed on, when suddenly the elder one fell. The orders against aiding a fallen comrade during a charge are most severe, but the soldier boy dropped down beside his friend and the ranks closed up and moved on. The dying soldier unclosed his eyes to see bending tenderly over him his comrade, who whispered: "I am Myra." The soldier smiled and seemed to understand. When those who were left of the regiment after the battle returned to the field, the boy was tenderly holding his dead comrade. The captain sharply reproved him, but the look on the sad, tearless face must have checked and affected him; he eaid no more. This faithful "boy" soldier some time before the close of the war was made orderly sergeant. QUEEN MURDERS ENGLISH. Many Errors DEAD PAINT AT PRESENT, bring her back to see the old lady?" Lord Aylmer inquired, in a tone which was a delightful mixture of gallantry and fatherliness—a tone which had, by- the-bye, stood him in good stead many a time and oft. "Yes, it would quiet her down a little I dare say," the house surgeon answered. "Very well. Make me liable for any expenses, you know," Lord Aylmer said, as he moved toward the door. "Can I see you into a cab, my dear lady?" he added to the actress. "Thanks," she answered. "And may I have the honor of settling with the cabman?" "Oh, no—very kind of you, but I always pay for myself. The Cornhill— good-by." The cab rolled off, Lord Aylmer uncovered his handsome old head, smiled his most fascinating smile, and bowed •with a profound air of respect, which was quite lost on the back of the retreating cab and its occupants. Then he got into his victoria and said, "Palace Mansions." "Yes, m' lord," answered Charles, woodenly; then remarked to Barker, as soon as he hopped up on the box— "Palace Mansions; even broken legs don't put 'im orff." "Seems so," said Barker. Barker's nerves were all shaken with the accident, and he would have given anything he possessed for a nip of brandy; he was not therefore, very much inclined for conversation, Meantime, as soon as they had reached Albert Gate, Lord Aylmer drew out the letter and looked, at It with a. grin of satisfaction on his wicked old {ace. "H'm, Rie&ard Harris,'Esq., cjo Messrs. B.rewster $ Co., 10 Grove Madras, jnxjia," be Mude In Her Address to Parliament. If Corbett were alive he could still criticise the English grammar of the speech prepared for the sovereign at the opening of parliament, says the London News. The queen adopts this speech at her council on the advice of her ministers and it is then given to parliament as "her own words." It is important to observe that the president of the council and the minister who last saw the queen at Osborne in reference to the speech read recently is also the head of the education department. Is there an inspector of schools under him who would pass a reference to expenditure which is beyond "former precedent"? A question in English grammar might be set in the schools from the following sentence; "A portion of the Afridi tribes have not yet accepted the terms offered to them, but elsewhere the operations have been brought to a successful close." In the reference to Crete we read: "The difficulty of arriving at an unanimous agreement upon some points has unduly protracted their deliberations (i. e., the deliberations of the powers), but I hope that these obstacles will before long be surmounted." What obstacles? As "the difficulty" is the subject in this sentence, "that obstacle!' would appear to be the appropriate phrase. Obsej*ve also "an unanimous agreement." As in these days "unanimous" Is not pronounced oonanimous, but younan}mous, "an" before the word Is an abomination in speech and in writing but lame- Oold Ten for Soldiers. From the Medlcil Record: The perfect portable filter has yet to be invented. Those in use now, although in many respects satisfactory, have drawbacks that to a large extent nullify their efficacy. As has been recently pointed out by Dr. Sajous, a filter thoroughly to answer the purpose required by a soldier in the field should be strong, portable, capable of turning out a large quantity of water in a short time, and so constructed that it can be easily taken apart and cleansed. No filter present in the market fulfills all these conditions. Undoubtedly the most certain way of sterilizing water is by boiling, and it Is the best method of combating the diseases Incidental to a tropical climate. Nevertheless, this mode of sterilization is open to objection, not the least of which is that unless the water so treated is subsequently oxygenated it is a very tasteless fluid. The late Ernest Hart was a strong advocate of what he termed "the doctrine of the teakettle," and many distinguished Indian commanders have testified in favor of tea as a means of quenching soldiers' thirst when on a long march in equatorial lands. The men under the leadership of Sir Herbert Kitchener during the recent campaign in the Soudan were allowed no alcoholic stimulants whatever, but performed their long journey through the desert, ending with ttho victory at Albara, on cold tea. The Scientific American of July 2 has 'an article lauding the refreshing qualities of cold tea, in which it says that "one of the most efficacious ways of quenching thirst, when there is a strong pressure for uninterrupted action on the part of the soldier is to fill his canteen with tea. Of course this would be made from boiled water, and the addition of a few drops of lemon juice would increase its power of exciting the salivary glands to greater activity, and it is an expedient often resorted to when it is desirable that the least possible amount of liquid should be ingested. "The use of tea is still further approved by the testimony of experience. Sir John Hall says: 'In the Kaffir war (1882) a march was made by 200 men in which 1,000 miles were covered in seventy-one days, or at the rate of fifteen mllea a day, without wines, spirits or beer. Officers in India, when marches were made through malarious regions, had an opportunity to test the virtues of tea. Lord Wolseley urges its use, and the experience of the Canada lumbermen confirms its value. They spend the winter in the backwoods in the hardest sort of labor and are exposed to a freezing temperature. While no spirits are allowed, they have an unlimited supply of tea." The fact has been conclusively proved that when men are undergoing severe exertions in extremes of temperature alcohol in any form is not only unnecessary, but is absolutely Injurious. Tea infused in boiling water Js certainly much more palatable than insipid boiled water, as well as being practically harmless. Therefore, there would seem to be no reason why our army in Cuba should not follow the example of their British brothers- in-arms In India and Egypt and march and fight refreshed and invigorated by cold tea. A Torpedo-Bout Tragedy. The Union squadron investing Charleston was drawing closer and closer to the doomed place. One of the warships that lay closest Inshore was the Housatonic, and that vessel was selected as the torpedo boat's victim. The Portland Transcript tells the tragic story: The evening of February 17, 1865, closed in raw and foggy. At 8 o'clock Captain Corison gave the command, and the boat dropped down the river. As the clocks were striking the half- hour in the city the little craft pulled over the bar. Noiselessly she glided through the water, guided by the lights on the Housatonic, for which she headed. So heavy was the fog that she escaped the notice of the sentries. At a quarter to nine she lay directly in front of the Housatonic, at a distance of 500 yards. She was running faster now, and a little farther on she began to submerge. Two hundred yards more and she disappeared. Five minutes later there was a dull roar, and the water around the Housatonic boiled like a caldron. The noble ship gave a mighty upward heave and then began to settle. Ensign Hazleton and four sailors who were below perished, but fortunately for the rest of the crew the water was shallow and they saved themselves by climbing into the rigging. The vessel was a total loss, but the submarine torpedo-boat was nowhere to be found. Two years after the war, when the wreckage was being removed from Charleston harbor, the Housatonic was raised. In her hull there was a ghastly wound inflicted by the torpedo, and in that hole was the torpedo boat with every man on board still at his post, where ho had died years before. The little boat had torn a big hole in the cruiser, through which the water had poured in such a volume that the torpedo boat was drawn into it. And there its crew died of suffocation, in the grasp of, the enemy which they had destroyed. >to Switzerland laborers **&•& li hcf*i« a aa.f. *•¥he strength of two liof*«S «|flft1l " that of fifteen teen. , t Ex-President Cleveland is said id have started a poultry farm. , There are 280 glaciers in the Alps said to be over five miles In length. There are 209 color varieties of th* chrysanthemum to be seen in Japan, Last year in Paris, 14,840 horses, 25? donkeys and 40 tallies TV ere killed and consumed as food. With the exception of Brazil, Spanish is the prevailing language of evefjr country in South America. Vegetarians assert that one acre of land will comfortably support fottf pet* sons for a year on a vegetable diet. Dartmoor, which occupies one-fifth of the county of Devon, is the largest tract of uncultivated land in England) Spiritual adviser—You have a trust in the future life? Dying financier- No, no, no! Merely a reorganization, I assure you. ThejUnited States have about 900,000 telephones in use 1 , Germany, 140,000} England, 75,000; France, 35,000) and Switzerland 30,000. The manufacture of lucifer matches Is monopolized by the governments of France, Itnly. Spain, Portugal, Greece, Servia and Roumania. To keep himself in g ood physical condition, the Czar of Russia takes a brisk run of about three-fifths of a mile each morning before breakfast. Mahogany is plentifitl in many of Cuba's virgin forests. It is very hard, S'IOWB a handsome grain, and is preferred to the mahogany grown elsewhere. , Most of the small silver coins of Cuba liavc holes in thorn. The object is to keep the coins there, as the holes do not afl'eet their commercial value on the island. The action of the dynamite cruiser Vesuvius has been likened to lightning —"it never strikes twice in thn same place, because the spot, after the first shot, Isn't therel" According to a French law, upon the expiration of the franchise of an electric railroad company, the entire line, with all power stations, becomes the property of the state. Spanish soldiers arc poor marksmen because tbo explosion of their guns makes them nervous. Just as they are about to pull tho trigger they shut their eyes and turn their heads. Editors arc Invariably law abiding. Of the 4,094 arrests made in Richmond, Va., duriug the past year, not one was an editor, while every other trade or profession was represented in the list. Scnor Du Boschas demanded through his lawyers an apology from England for his expulsion from Canada, but what will bo done or who will do it in case the apology is refused he does not sny. A Cochin rooster attacked a year-old ' child belonging to Albert Ilaning, of ICratsvillo, Ind., nnd so lacerated the little one's neck and head that at last accounts a fatal result was feared. ly defended, like certain rhymes, as satisfying to the eye although offending the ear. As for the literary style of the speech, it is &ot likely to be used as a model in the secondary schools. The pi^n the p,Qunci. produces by A Tragedy of the Wars. A true love etory of the last war from Chattanooga, Tean., is told by the New York Tribune. A,mo»g papers of "Henry Armstrong/ »» old settler of Junto, who died a ago &t the ^ge pf &§, ' Shatter's Old llorao. Old Chub, the horse ridden by General Shatter in many a hot chase after the Indians during the seventies, is still alive, says the New York Herald, and in his old age earns his daily allowance of oats by drawing a delivery wagon for Louis Jean, a Frenchman, who runs a small grocery in El Paso, Texas. Old Chub was General Shatter's mount while he was lieutenant-colonel at Fort Davis, Texas, and carried the gallant soldier into the midst of murderous bands of Apache without faltering. Astride of Old Chub Shafter led his regiment to San Felipe, then tho rendezvous of the Apaches, up to Live Oak Creek and up and down both sides of the Pecos River, where he earned the name of Pecos Bill. Old Chub and his master drove the Indians out of Texas back to the reservations in New Mexico, and Shafter's name became a terror to the redskins and his reputation as a fighter was made. The war horse was condemned at Fort Davis in 1882 as being too old for work. He was then believed to be IK year? of age and must now be at least 29. After he had been condemned us unfit longer to serve his country on the battlefield Old Chub was retained by Colonel Shafter for a saddle horse. He was subsequently sold to a man named Houston and brought to El Paso, He wag afterward sold to a transfer company and. used as a draught horse, Ills Aspiration. Meandering Mike hud gotten hold of a pair scissors and was bending over a brook, which answered to the purpose of a mirror. "Wbat're ye doin'?" exclaimed Plodding Pete; "trimmiu 1 yer whiskers pointed?" "I'm looking for more luxury," was tho reply. "As soon as I get t'voo I'm pom' to'Camp Alger. Mebbe dey'll arrest me fur a Spaniard an' send me to board at Annapolis. A Neglected Leader. "That goes to show," said the man who rolls bis trousers up and wears a monocle, "how unpopular the royal family is in Spain. I didn't believe such absolute indifference was possible." "What are you talking about?" "The way that those people refuse to follow the fashion. Here's a member of the royal family down with the mensle, and not another case reported in Spanish society." L~~ ; ' The Only One. The snge—There is only one successful argument to bo employed in ti controversy with a woman. Tho tyro—And what is that? The sage—Dead silence. ; Too ISnsy, Ethel—Why does your father object to Fred? Marie—Pa tried to borrow $10 of mm. "And Fred wouldn't let him have it?" ' "No, Fred gave it to him, and now pa says Fred is a fool." |Spend the 1 Summer in i t 1 Colorado^ I! v i \ \ where it is always sunny,.yet nev- j er hot—where vain f »Us but ael- j ; c]om, yet the landscape is peren- ; nially green—-where the aiv is as \ < light as tv feather, yet strong- \* enough to restore the flush °f u youth to the cheek of the aged. An expensive outing? Not al all. The summer tourist rates qf fered by the Burlington Boxitc bring & trip to this most wonderful of states within reach of Q man and wowuinwhoUnQAvs necessary vacations nve— •> in accordance with iha.t •i , i >.. \ f - , v st . i; • -, - r * ^'A& ^.i^sU^l^kS.^ likil^A .£- i!:J^I/.^Mi^^l^

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