The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 14, 1898 · Page 12
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 12

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, December 14, 1898
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DESMOIM58: ALGONA, IOWA T. DECEMBER 14, MB. I'M ALREADY HERE! WHO? SANTA GLAUS. WHERE? •AT- DOLLS, ETC. As fine a line of dolls as you can wish. Also Toys •«»»«+*+ ma. and Glass. TOYS. We have one side of our store full of what you want in this line. Look at this: for the Girls. You must not fail to avail yourself of our big BARGAINS. Fine Gift cups, - Glass Sets, - - - China sets, - - China single pieces, Fine Giit Plates, - - - - 5 to 6oc 25 to 5oc Way Down - - 3 to 6oc 10 to 75c These are fine CRristmas presents. We cannot attempt to name all our lines, including lamps, creamers, vases, Glaseware, of every kind, Mirrors, Bowls, Chamber Sets, Flour Bins, Cake Boxes, Bread Boxes, etc., etc., etc., etc. The only way for you to do is to I Come in and \ See Us. We will help make your Christmas one of joy. This is a wagon, but you can get sleds, rocking horses, doll carts, games, the old fashioned joy-giving jumping jacks pianos, tool chests, irons, balls, in fact EVERYTHING. Come and see it A Word to the Wise. You can furnish your kitchen with utensils; you can buy handy tools of every sort; you can get novelty articles to please the HOUSEKEEPER THE COOK, THE BOY, THE GIRL, THE RICH, THE POOR, EVERYBODY. Yours for Christinas and forever, T. J- "The Kash Savin Stor. It was New Year's eve. A fire of mountain tnrf roared in the wide mouthed fireplace. Tbe octogenarian, Patrick Mnlligan, Eat npon a snggann (rope etraw) chair in tbe ingle nook. Four generations of Mulligans were represented tinder the tfaateh that night. It was the annual gathering of the faction. They included all ages, from the baby who bad just come over tbe border of earth's mysterious land to tbe stalwart old man who was about to cross tbe farther frontier. Tbe firelight danced npon 86 faces. "Tbe Mulligans forever!" shouted broad shouldered young Mike Mulligan. "Grandad, tellns tbe story of the black• yon won which bad been in his possession nearly 60 years. "Many a skull did yez touch in friendly eport," be continued, ran- ning his fingers over tbe stick caressingly and surveying the wood with the eye of a connoisseur. " 'Twas cnt from tbe straightest root growing piece of blackthorn I could find , 80 years ago. It must be root growing, , boys, for if not, I could not think 'twas worth cutting. A mere branch, no matter how straight and fair it might look, would be apt to warp and twist in the tng o' war. Whin I had it cnt and the branches lopped off, I put it np the chimney to season. Whin 'twas well dried, I took it down and wrapped it in brown paper, well soaked in hog's laid. Thin I buried it in warm earth, taking it out every day to bind it across me knee till all tbe twists and turns were out of it After I had it straight, I rub- bed'it well with a woolen cloth covered with blacklead and grease, to give it a polish, 'Twas all ready now for a shin- dy, only for it being a little too light at wan ind. So I bored a bole in it with a redhot iron spindle, into which I ponred some melted lead for the purpose o' giving it the knockdown weight. This lead, me childer," continued tbe (old man in benignant fashion, "gave the age by looking in yer eyes, acush- la, but ye ought to have the experience, and yer husband dead only a year.' " 'But he was an elderly man, rest bis sowl, Pat,' says she, wiping her eyes with her apron. ' 'Tis a lottery all lad. 'Tis an old talel 'Tis an old tale!" replied tbe old man, while the eaovt ^ ^ ^ beat npon the window panes, the hail S^, iron fe'rrnle and drive a few nails rattled in tbe tbatch and tbe wind . f tfag Htjck Bnould gpljt whin yez afe ma ^ og the hole, yez may put on PJP 8« AX YEZ?" 8AY8 I. 4own the chimney o' of gparke across the , >*• that •» wid Mike " like Borne ohej hJoswaU tbe bet into it, I'aving the nails stick out 01 either side, both for arnamint and use. The fortunes of tbe Mulligans, me chil der, have depinded more nor wanst on be judicious use of a nail in a stick, and"— "But! thought you were going to tell us about grandma," broke in & 17- 'ear-old maiden with pansy eyes. "So I am, mavonrneen, but yez must et me tell it in roe own way, Whin I was of yer age, Mike," he resumed, 'I was as tidy a lad as ye'd meet in a month of Sundays—well set up about he shoulders and as handsome as a sol- lier. Manny a girl would turn her head ;o look at me thim days and i passing. And among thim that gave me a bit o' alarney now and thin was the Widdy Sullivan. She was left widout ohiqk or child at the age of 22, and a snug, purty woman sbe was, wid a warm lomplexion and a warm heart. Whin J'd be working hard ail day on the farm, I'd etroll down to her liquor store in the avenin- There was always ft taste o' punch to be had, and mebbe a rasher p» bacon and a cup o'lay whin the avening would be wearing away. Twas not in the taproom we eat at all. at all, but in the kitchen, where the tnrf flre was bn?ning bright and everything pate and comfortable, wid the firelight dano- ing on the tin* on the wall. **'PaV she'd eay to me Boptbwing- Jjke,' 'ti» time yea were thinking about Retting married.' " 'Well, 1 gaye J, <mebbe I am looking <mt for a wife, And who itfonjd I oowe fo for ad^iste but to ye?, that ' me chair np a little closer. " 'But mebbe ye'd be giving me some advice yerself, Pat?' says she as sly as a weasel. 'I'm a widdy wid no wan to look out for me, and I'm that lonesome, Pat, yez wouldn't believe! I have three as fine feather beds as ever kept a man warm on a eold winter's night, a round dozen o' silver spoons, five pigs, a donkey and a cow in the yard and a dale o' stuff that I can't mintion.' " 'Well,' says I, putting me ar-r-m | around her waist by way of encouragement, 'go on, widdy, darlint. What advice are yez wanting, agra?' " 'I'm afeerd ye'd be angry, Pat,' says she, and she knowing all the time I'd be raging like a Turk. " 'Well, thin,' says she, purring like a cat, 'Terence McCarthy was in here last nigbt, and he's very ginteel.' " 'Oh, he is, is he?' says I. Yez must know, gossoons, that Terence was the only man that could handle a burly stick or shake the foot with me at a christening. Besides, he had a nate way of striking with a stick. When the widdy mintioned bis name, I took me ar-r-m away from her waist and got on me feet. I thought the widdy was making a fool o' me by putting McCarthy over ag'in me. " 'Did he ax yez,' says I, white as the wall and biting my lips with rage. " 'No,' says she, demure as a kitten, 'but he told me he was coming tomorrow nigbt to say something important to me. Now, Pat, darlint,' says she— oh, ye women, what sarpints yez are— 'if he axes me to marry him, shall I say "yes?" ' " 'Tis necessary for me to tell yez, obilder, that all that the widdy was telling me about McCarthy was made up out of her own pnrty head. She was only telling it to me so that I'd be jealous and ask her to marry me; but, like the poor fool I was, I didn't see through her little game, and 'twas only through the JJord'B kindness to me that I didn't strike her dow» where she stood I was that angry with jealousy; but I was terrible cold to her, as cold as the icicle that hnng on the northeast corner of Diana's temple were the freezing words I spoke to her, and her poor little heart breaking for me all tbe time, the dar- McCarthy had no eye for the widdy. But I was that ugly that he lost his timper and said: " 'What's that to yez, Pat Mulligan? I'll talk to anny woman I like!'he says. " 'I dare yez to meet me in Murphy's barn loft tomorrow night wid sticks!" bring a doctor wid yez, for I'll break yer head!' 1 'And ye bring a new jaw with yez, ye dirty thafel' roared Mac, now as mad as meself, 'for I'll break the wan yez have in three halves!' " By this time the recollection of the most stirring period in bis history enlivened the dying fires of the old man's energy. Rising to bis full height and holding tbe shillalah on high, he shouted the old Mulligan warcry: "Wboo! Yer sowll Hnrroo! Success to tbe Mulligans! To the divvil the fighting began a gossoon came to me and whispered in my ear: " 'The widdy says keep on the north side of the chalk mark for yer lifel' "That heartened me up a bit, for I had been thinking she was wid McCarthy, although I did not know what the message meant. Thin we wint at it hammer and tonga Tare and ages I The first welt I got loosened three teeth, but " 'Good evening to yez, Widdy Sullivan, 1 says J, wighty polite, and. setting her to one side, as if ehe was a bag of maje. 'Good avening to yez, and, I wish yez joy, yea and yer McCarthy,' and with that I wai off hot loot up the eearoh ol MoOajrthy. " ' k ve ye» wJ<J the WI4- fc whJe I wet bun. "DO YEZ GIVE UP?" I EOABED. "HUSROOl SUCCESS TO THE MtJLUGANSl" wid the McCarthys! Where's the blaggard dare tread on the tail of me loat?" Here the eye of the old man caught the look of alarm on the faces of his listeners and he sat down with a foolish smile. "Excuse me," said he. '"Tis long since the fighting spirit was in me, The news wint round the parish like wildfire that McCarthy and I were to fight for the Widdy Sullivan, and it being New Year's eve the loft was crowded wid people to seethe fun. The widdy didn't tell me she was lying to me, and McCarthy was too proud to say n word. A space about 80 feet across was cleared in the middle at the floor. The referee was chosen, and be warned us there was to ba no kicking or biting or gong- ing— nothing bat fair fighting wid the sticks. The widdy was there looking like an angel. There was a chalk mark drawn, across the floor and just before I made him see fireflies wid a crack I gave him on top of the bead. The crowd was worked up to great excitement, and shouts arose from all sides of: " 'Hurroo for the Mulligans!' 'Death to the McCarthys!' 'That's a good one, Mao!' 'Break his bones, Pat!' "We had been fighting for nearly tin minutes when McCarthy made a mad rush at me, the floor gave way beneath his feet, and he fell through up to his armpits. He could neither get up nor down, and there he hung in midair like a woodcock on a spit. A roar of laughter went up from tbe crowd. But 'twas no laughing matter wid Mao. I stood over him wid me stick in me hand, and divvil's the wan dared come near to help. " 'Do yez give np?' I roared, shaking me stick at bis head. "'Faith, I do,' says he, 'since yez druv me through the floor.' "Thin he was pulled up out of the hole, the widdy rushed into me a-r-rms, and 'twas all over but the treating at the widdy'a bar. But sbe niver told me until after the wedding that it was herself out the board iu the floor so that McCarthy would fall through." CAREFUL GREEK PARENTS. Boyu We?e Escorted to School Ju»t «,« Girls Are Now. The extraordinary care that tbe Grecian boy received in his formative years made bis moral training more effective than that inculcated by the most careful of modern parents. His general education) coupled with skillful and continuous physical instruction, produced a ranral nnltjvatiAnvcwv similar and fnllv as strict as that the Christian father deems necessary for his daughters. A pedagogue, generally an old and trusted slave, led the boys to school and called for them after it closed, carried the books, looked out for the little boys, kept the older ones from fighting and falling into bad company and had a general oversight of their conduct and street form. He was by no means a schoolmaster or even a private tutor, not even being allowed to enter the schoolroom. Oftentimes ignorant in the extreme, he was chosen simply because of bis loyalty to the family and sometimes, I fear, because he was unfit for any other occupation. Though the butt of the boys' ridicule as well as that of the comic poets and low wits of the day, be did an incalculable service in preventing vicious companionships and keeping pure the minds of those intrusted to his charge. The child was never sent off to boarding school, but boys attended the day school; town life prevailed. Besides, that sentiment that zealously guarded the boy's purity with a pedadogue from his sixth to his sixteenth year could brook no intermission of personal over- Bight. Education was essentially private, the state having jurisdiction simply over the moral and not the professional standing of the teacher.—Popular Science Monthly. Bamboo grows very thriftily in California bottom lands, and is found to be a very useful plant. The seed of many species resembles rice, and is almost as valuable for feed. The stock may be used in tbe building of bridges, fences and barns and in the manufacture of water pipes, furniture and boxea Christopher Columbus, who was an admiraJ in the Spanish nav-y at the time be discovered America, was paid at tbe rate of 8333 a year. Placing tbe Blame. Good Father Time, your patience, pray! My question is a bold one— Why should I turn another leaf If you still use the old one? Bach year I take a spotless page, Drink deep of pure ambition, But every Christmas finds it in The same besmirched condition. Full thirty times I've slipped from grace, Borne virtue's execrations, Because you've always tried me with The same old sweet temptations. And now I know reform is but A visionary matter, While you, with such consummate sKill. On my defenses batter. For while the roses brightly bloom Upon the lips of beauty I know I'll lack the strength to walls The lonely paths of duty. And while the twisted leaf contains Nepenthe for my sorrow My great reforms will be postponed To some unborn tomorrow. So. Father Time, It rests with you! For my part, I've concluded To go unperjured on my way. No more I'll be deluded. And If you want this world to roll ' Unstained through heaven's portals You'll have to turn a leaf yourself And give a chance to mortals.

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