The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on March 1, 1899 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, March 1, 1899
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THE UPPER DUB MO1NE& AL&ONA IOWA. ,WEftNfeSt>AY •f ^^ ^ ' ^i ^m ._,,.,. ^ _,-_._-,,, ' Sfi Shell A ROMANCE Wilden. white brow. "Shell has promised to come to Champley House and live with us always—what do you say to that?" "I say she's a brick," remarks Bob, who has joined the circle. Robert Champley gave an amused glance at his promised wife, and then they both break into a hearty peal of laughter. ' (THE END.) BASE BAIL CURRENt NfiWS ANt» OF THE GAME. NOTES CHAPTER XIII.—(Continued.) "And risk bringing back the infection here? No, thank you," cries Ruby, hotly. "I shall ask matnma to forbid you." "My dear Ruby," Interposes Mrs. Wilden's voice with- unusual firmness, "if Shell thinks it her duty to go I shall certainly not try to stop her. I shall feel terribly anxious, but it will only be for a day or so; and I believe the disease in its first stage is not very Infectious." "Do you mean that you would take her back here amongst us after being with the children?" asks Ruby, aghast. "Of course she will return when the nurse arrives. There is no need to run unnecessary risk. If you and Violet feel nervous, we'd betted return to the Wilderness, and Shell can stop here until the doctor warrants her safe." "I have such a horror of small-pox that I really think that would be the •better plan," remarks Ruby, with a sigh of relief. "What do you say, Vi?" "Oh, let us start for Mudford by all means! I am not particularly timid, but I feel that I ought to go for Ed- 'win's sake"—Edwin is her fiance—"It . would be such a sell for him if he came home and found me disfigured. Shell, dear"—pressing a hasty kiss on her cousin's cheek—"you are a heroine; but the world is made up of all sorts, and I am the sort that runs away." "I am not a bit heroic. I should run away too if I felt afraid," laughs Shell; "but I don't, and therefore I shall take no harm." So it Is arranged. Shell, after gathering a few necessaries together and receiving a tearful embrace from her mother, hurries back to her sleeping charges; and during the afternoon Ruby and Violet take their departure, while Mrs. Wilden is left to bemoan the fact that she ever allowed herself to be worried into taking a cottage on the moor. CHAPTER XIV. Two days and nights have elapsed; no answer has been received to the doctor's hastily-despatched telegram; and Shell, sitting patiently beside her charges, begins to think that the address given by Piper must have been an erroneous one. Nor has a professional nurse put in her appearance— the children are going on so favorably that the doctor deems the services of one unnecessary, since Shell is determined not to quit her post, and indeed has given a promise to that effect to her little patients. She is quite isolated from the rest of the household. The children are installed in a large room at the end of the passage which on their arrival was fitted up as a night-nursery. Shell is with them all day; at night she occupies the roomy old sofa in the adjoining room, leaving the door of communication open. All intercourse with the outer world is carried on cautiously round the saturated sheet which cuts her off from the household in general. Yet somehow Shell has no feeling of isolation; she has books in plenty to occupy her when the children sleep, and during their waking hours she has work enough to keep them amused. - She is sitting at the ivy-wreathed casement on the third morning, looking out for the doctor's visit, when a hired carriage drawn by a pair of horses, turns suddenly into the front yard. She cannot see the occupants as It passes 'beneath 'the window, and the front of the house is also out of sight. She rises from her seat with a strange feeling of confusion and nervousness; she would give worlds to become invisible; she even glances out of the window, as if meditating escape in that direction. Then steps are heard down the passage, the door-handle turns, and the next moment Robert Champley enters the room, followed by the housekeeper at Champiey House. "Papa, papa," shriek two shrill little voices; "and Tolley—dear old Tolley!" The children are caressed and quieted, whilst Mrs. Tolley delights them with a huge bunch of flowers which she has brought with her. Then Robert Champley crosses over to the window where Shell Is standing in the background. The girl looks pale and almost stern, though—a very unusual thing with Shell—she is trembling visibly. "Shell, how can I ever thank you for this?" says Mr. Champley, in a tone hroken by emotion. "There is nothing to thank me Cor that I see," towers Shell coldly. "I Jike nursing—if mamma would only let me I should like to enter a hospital." "No young and 'beautiful woman can like nursing small-pox cases," rejoins Robert Champley. It is the first time In her life that Shell has -been called "beautiful," and a quick flush rises to her white skin wtoich really renders her so for 'the moment. Then she breaks into a laugh. "It is chicken-pox—not email-pox," she says quickly. "Are you ssre?" asks her cpmpan- io», whilst a look of relief lights up ^Is whole face. "Yei, quite; for the first twelve tours the doctor feared otherwise, but. there is no doubt whatever now they are suffering from chicken-pox in its mildest form; only as Mrs. Pomfret's children have not had it, we are taking every precaution." "And you—have you had it?" asks Robert Champley anxiously. "Yes, three years ago," laughs Shell; "so you see"—with a satirical little smile—'.'I have been running no great risk." "As it has turned out," answers her companion, regarding her steadily; "but I can never forget that you nursa.l them during those twelve doubtful hours when all others turned and fled." "That is nothing," returns Shell carelessly; then, advancing to the little cots drawn side by side, she says to the children, "Now you have got kind Mrs. Tolley, I am going to run away." "No, no, Sell—you stop too," lisps Meg, catching Shell's sleeve in her hot hand. "Tolley can't i ill about the fairy princess." "Oh, yes, she cai.I" hazards Shell, with a laughing glance at Mrs. Tolley. "Besides, I'll find out about more princesses to tell you when you are well again;" and she bends down to imprint a farewell kiss on the fevered face. Suddenly a gray-coated arm is interposed between Shell's red lips and little Meg's white brow. "I can allow no kissing!" says Robert Champley decidedly. Shell draws herself up rigid as a grenadier, whilst Meg fights feebly with an intervening arm. "You have run risk enough without courting it," explains Mr. Champley almost angrily. Shell merely shrugs her shoulders. "Mrs. Tolley," she says, turning to the housekeeper, "if, you will come into the other room with me I will explain about the medicine, et-cetera, and the doctor will be here shortly, 'so you will have full directions from him about the children." Mrs. Tolley does as she is asked, and from that "other room" Shell slips away, home without any further intercourse with Robert Champley. * » * » * * * A fortnight has elapsed. In the rustic porch of Gorse Cottage two figures are seated—a laughing-eyed merry girl in spotless white, a tall, stalwart man in gray tweed. The house door is cloned, and the interview is consequently a private one. "I shall call you 'Pearl,' " the gentleman is saying, with laughing decision. "No, I won't be Pearl; my old nune suits me much better. I am rough and uneven and hard—in fact, thorough A MUSICIAN'S YOUTH. It was by a devious path, some steps of which were painful, that Verdi became a musician. When he was seven years old, his mild and somewhat melancholy temperament attracted the attention of the parish priest, and he received the appointment ot acolyte at the village church of Le Roncole. One day a priest was celebrating mass, with Verdi as his assistant, when the boy became so carried away by the music that his duties were entirely forgotten. "Water!" whispered the priest, but Verdi did not respond. Then, thinking his request had not been heard, the celebrant repeated "Water!" Still there was no reply, and, turning round, the priest found the server gazing in wonder and delight at the organ. "Water!" demanded the priest, for the third time, accompanying the order with such a well-directed movement of the foot ^hat the little Verdi was pitched headlong down the altar steps. In falling he struck his head, and was carried to the vestry quite unconscious. Perhaps it was this incident, together with the child's unbounded de light in the organ music he heard in the street, that induced his father, who was an innkeeper, to add a spinet,, or pianoforte, to his wordly possessions. But it was several years after this that his vocation was temporarily decided for him, though fate afterward stepped in and undid the decision. Batsmen Mn«t tie Born—Should Have » Quick Kye And Be Apt • to Study th« ritcher-g face—0 hurley Snjtler the Host Catcher, "Why do you want to be a musician?" asked his confessor. "You have a gift for Latin, and must be a priest." oyster-Shell," pouts the girl rebelllous- iy. "You certainly conducted yourself like a Shell when I first knew you; but adversity opened the Shell, and then I saw the treasure Inside, and pounced upon my Pearl," laughs the gentleman. "I hope I may really prove a treasure to you, but I sometimes doubt it," says Shell with comic candor. "You know I have a good many faults—I am quick- tempered and blunt, and some people think me eccentric." Robert Champley indulges in an amused laugh. "You will perhaps be surprised to hear that neither am I perfect," he returns. "I can be obstinate, and even grumpy at times." "Really?" asks Shell in a tone of, unbelief. "Yes—really and truly," laughs the gentleman. "And now, Pearl—I told you I was obstinate—I want t.o know what induced you to be so particularly uncivil to Ted and me when we first returned to Champley House." "Was I very horrid?" she asks evasively, flushing. "You snubbed poor Ted so unmercifully that I doubt if he will ever recover his normal state of placid conceit." "Well, you see, It was this way," explains Shell in self-justification—"I knew that you were rich, and that everybody would be particularly gracious and officious, so I made up my mind to be an exception to the rule." ''Which you certainly were. Meg was one of the first to find you out," laughs Meg's father, as that little damsel, soon tired after her recent illness, comes creeping into Shell's lap. "That little dress reminds me of the day I caught you working at the window," pursues Robert Champley, touching his daughter's pale-blue skirts. "Does it?"'says Shell, with a shy, pleased laugh. "Own the truth, Pearl; you made that dress?" "I certainly had a finger in the pie," answers Pearl demurely. "Do you remember, I told you then that the turquoise was your stone?" —touching her left hand, on which flashes a circlet of. diamonds surrounding a turquoise, almost unique in color and size. "I remember," assents Shell dreamily, "Tell me a tale, Sell," at this moment interposes Meg, laying her tired head with a restful sigh upon the girl's plump shoulder. "I'll tell you a tale, Meg," says her father, bending down to kiss the child's Meanwhile, the lad became an office boy in Brezzl's wholesale grocery store, and for a little over seven dollars a year played the organ in the church at Roncole; but one day it happened that Father Selettl, who had decided that the boy should be a monk, was officiating at mass while Verdi played the organ. The priest was struck with the unusual beauty of the music, and at the close of the service expressed a desire to see the organist. Verdi appeared, and the priest recognized him as the pupil whom he had sought to turn from music to theology. "Whose music were you playing?" asked Selettl. "It was beautiful." Verdi said, shyly, that he had brought no music with him that day, and had been improvising. "So I played as I felt," said he. "Ah;" exclaimed Selettl, "I advised you wrongly. You must be no priest, but a musician." After that the way was easier. The priestly influence on his side opened many a door to him. IJatsmon Mnst lie Horn. Billy Hamilton, the fleet-footed, hard-hitting chunky little man who covers center field for the Boston team, is not a believer in hard training in the spring of the year. Billy says that over-training in the spring has ruined many a ball player. He attributes his ability to hit the ball to a quick eye and action, and the falling off in batting to exceptionally fast fielding and excellent pitching. In a recent interview in the Boston Herald, Hamilton said: "I see that the manager has arranged for us to go to North Carolina to train in the spring. It does not matter very much where we go, as long as It is where there are no winds to affect our arms. Spring practice, after all, is valuable only as far as it gets us Umbered up for the work of the season, It is a great mistake to get down too fine in the spring, for one is sure to go stale before the season is very far advanced. It is a mistake, too, for a team to begin Its first practice long before the championship season opens. I think we begin about the right time. I never handle a ball from the time one season closes until I report again in the spring, and then I do not exert myself In the least. Time enough for that when the real business begins. I weigh about 185 pounds now—as much as I ever did in my life —and will be in no hurry to work It off in the spring. Some teams work too hard altogether when they start in the spring and the result is that they can not stand the pace when the final struggle for first place begins. I was asked the other day how it was that I could meet the ball as I do, while others never seemed to get the knack of hitting the ball cleanly. I told my interviewer that It was due to the quickness of eye and action. A batsman must think and act very quickly nowadays to hold his own against the pitching. Good hitting after all is very much of a knack. A batsman seems to be born. You will notice that good hitters are comparatively few in number, and, if a man is not a good batsman when he enters the big league, he rarely becomes one afterward. I do not believe that there IB such a thing as practice in batting. I know I never practice myself. I think I could give my bats a rest until the very first championship game of the season and in short order train my eye HO that I could do my work as usual." oh first. Snyder caught (Jqre bff Lift base and Connor was Indignant and turned to me and said: 'What do you think of that for base running?' In a twinkling Snyder had the ball over to me and caught Roger fairly and squarely off his base, and the big fellow was so disgusted that he went and threw himself on the grass. A groat thing about Snyder was that you had no idea for the life of you where he was going to throw, and this threw the base runners completely off their guard. He wag of immense value to a team. He threw easily, yet strongly, and I agree with George that he was easly the best catcher baseball ever knew." "Do you g-<f In for charity dances?' asked the g iddy girl. "Me?"' answered the conscientious young man. "I thought you kneflr 1 made it a point to dance with .nil the wall flowers." ' A Cnltcgobfetl ftecralt. Roy Thomas, the college crack, will be a member of the Philadelphia team in 1899. He Is an nil around player of marked ability, but excels as an outfielder. He made a fine reputation in center field while a member of the University of Pennsylvania, Orange, N. ,T., and Cape May teams. Experts, who have watched his career, consider him one of the most reliable batters who have graduated from the college ranks and predict that he will class with the top-notchers in the big league. He Is speedy on bases and an accurate thrower. While no official announcement to that effect has been made, It is said that Thomas will start, the season at first base and that Douglas, who played that position last season will, should tlw col- VFIliI Rnftlt of ninmoml A wild rush of miners is reported at Nullagine, Australia, where diamonds have been discovered, and it is -feared that ninny will lose their lives in .the struggle. In this country the rush fof galh is causing meii t6 bi-enk down lit health. Nervousness and general debility are the symptoms which Hosteller's Stomach Hitters will cure. STbRYETTEB, In one of the back-land eouhtiefc ot South Texas Is a negro dot'tor, who enjoys a move or less extensive .practice among the colored population, A white physician accosted him on the road the other tiny, stiyingi "Well, Dr. Sam. where have been? 1 ' "Been to see Bill Johnsing, sail. WrBslln' wid Mose .Tones he bus' a blood 'vessel." "Why, that's serious! What did you prescribe?'' "Abl 1 done fix lilin all right, wid alum and gum arable. Alum to draw de pahts togcddah' an' de gum to stick 'em." A visitor in a Cleveland school, noticing a bright little colored girl, said to her: "Do you .go to church, little girl?" "Yes'm," was the quick reply; "I'm a vehwy conseiemptious cliuVh-gonh." "You go every Sunday, then?" "Ycs'm — twice a 'day, and Friday evnnln'. too, mos' gcn'ly." "How do you llkeyonv pastor?" "He'd a vehwy good man; 1's '/raid we's gwlno to lose urn, .though." "What -makes yon think so? 1 ' "\.ell, everybody soys dat jest as like its not he'll mos' Ulcely go back again tobarberln'." Sword nrul Sliurc Combined. Yankee hands forged the swords with which all Cubans are armed. The machete—pronounced "machetty"— which is the implement for all needa throughout Spanish America, has long been made by the thousand at Hartford, Conn., and sold to all American Spanish speaking neighbors. This blade is first cousin to the saber of our cavalry, but while the saber serves only one purpose, the machete serves many, and Is as useful In peace as In war. Almost every Spanish-American male above the age of childhood carries a machete. The laborer has it, because with the machete he cuts sugarcane, prepares firewood, and trenches the ground for his crops. The horseman wears the machete because with it he cuts his way through the woodlands during journeys over rough country. It is sword, spade and hedging bill, axe, hatchet and prunlng- knife. The hidalgo wears it with silvered hilt and tasseled scabbard; his humbler neighbor Is content to carry It bare and hilted with horn, wood or leather. The machete may be had in nearly thirty different forms. The blade, which varies in length from ten to twenty-eight inches, may be either blunt or pointed, curved or straight, broad or narrow. The favorite with the laborer is the machete of medium length, with unornamented handle and broad, straight blade. The Spanish- American hidalgo bears a scabbarded machete, long, straight, or curved, as taste prompts. A Shifty "Orphan." William J. McCormick, who played third base for the Chicago club last season, was born Dec, 25, 1874, at Cincinnati, where he learned the rudiments of the game. He become prominent while a member of the Deltas, one of the leading amateur teams of that city, and attracted the attention among others of 'Manager Ewing of the Reds, on whose recommendation he was signed by the New Orleans club of the Southern league in 1S95, and when that organization went under later in the season he joined the Indianapolis club, which club afterward permitted him to go to Louisville on trial. He rejoined the Indianapolis club in the spring of 189G and was traded for Dlbby Flynn by Manager Watklns to the Chicago club, with which he has remained ever since. He has played at second or third base during his professional career. It is not known which position he will fill for the Chicago club in 1899, but It Is regarded as certain that he will be on the regular team. His batting record for 1S98 was ,248 and his fielding percentage us a ROY THOMAS. leglan come up to expectations, take his turn 'with McFarland behind the bat. Joe Corbett ilus Retired. Joe Corbett says he has tossed his last ball, money and managers to the contrary, and is out of sports henceforth and forever. Since the tragic suicide of his father some months ago, Corbett has taken charge of the Hays street livery stable, San Francisco, and has a thriving business. "I have gone out of the base ball business for good," he said, "and a mint of money would not induce me to play again. I never intended to follow ball playing any way. There is generally one finish for a sporting man, and there are other things more to my liking. I would as soon play in Chicago as elsewhere If I pared to play at all. I asked Manager Hanlon for just ?100 more than he would give a year, That is what ended my connection with the Baltimores. Mr. Hanlon and the Chicago club's manager have said nothing to tie about engagements, however. As I said, it 'Is not worth their while, for I have quit pitching. I went into the game because I liked it, and had played for years at college. I have quit writing base ball news now, and take little interest In the game. I wouldn't cross the street to see one. There arc other things of more importance, and my hands are full all the time." S. Tencklc Wallis, for many years the lender of the Mwyland bar, was noted for bis wit and sharp tongue. On one occasion it was remarked to him that a certain law firm, suspected of not bt'ing altogether reputable, had a fine practice. "Yes." said Wallls, "their practice is better than their practices." Of a well-known judge, whoso opinions were- generally character! wd by a great vacillation and indecision of mind, lie once said: ".ludge II - is certain of only one tiling in a case, and that is that there is a doubt in it." There is a Pittsbnrg life insurance agent of whom It is said that he can talk a stone statue into buying a policy in Ills company, "the most, liberal on earth." He wrote a policy for a Chinaman a few weeks ago, the first ever written for a man of that race iq 1'ittsburg. How he did it he alone knows. The Chinaman has no clear idea of it. lie understood by paying the premiums promptly bo would be entitled to $r>,000 some time. He began bothering the agontfor the money after a couple of weeks bad passed, mid the agent tried to explain to him that he would have to die before he could get it. The Chinaman fell down. a cellnrway and wqs badly hurt. His friends tried to attend' to him without calling 1 in a, doctor. When they did cull one two days later lie was very angry. ••Why didn't you call me sooner?" lie asked. "This man is half dead now." Next day the injured man's brother was at the insurance office w'Mi a claim for $2,flOO. "You're not entitled to anything on tliis, " raid the insurance agent, "until the man is dead." "Doctol say him half dlead," answered the brother. "Why he no hit half?" Origin of Certain Surnames. Surnames were introduced into England by the Normans and were adopted by the nobility about 1100. The old Normans used Fitz, which signified son, as Fitzherbert. The Irish used O for'grandson—O'Neal, O'Doniiell. The Scotch Highlanders used Mac, as Macdonald, son of Donald. The Welsh used Ap, as Ap Rhys, the son of RhfR, Ap Richard. The prefix Ap eventually was combined with the names of the father—hence Prys, Pritchard, etc. The northern nations added the word son to the father's name, as Williamson. Many of the most common surnames, such as Johnson, Wilson, Dyson, Nicholson, etc., were taken by Brabanterg and others, Flemings, who were naturalized in the reign of Henry VI., 1435. W. 3. M'CORMICK. third baseman was .900. He was credited with 1C stolen bases and 12 sacrifice hits. A Ureut TJirou-er. "You can talk about your crack catchers all you want to," said George Wright the other day, "but the equal of Charlie Snyder was never seen on the ball field. He was a wonder as a thrower, and was possessed of a head seldom seen on a ball player. Talk about signs. He was full of them. And quick! Why, he had base runners before they knew what they were about. I was playing one day against him, and tried to steal second. I thought I had the base easy, but my, that ball goes down there so quick that I had to scramble on all fours for my base." "I can tell you a good story about Snydei-, 1 ' said John Merrill, Boston's great ex-first baseman, who was stand- The Now Kulcs. Beyond a few unimportant modifications, the playing rules for 1899 will be the same as last season. The rules committee, consisting of James A. Hart, chairman, A. J. Beach and Ed Hanlon, has requested suggestions for the improvement of the playing code from 500 or more people connected with the game. Blanks have been sent to the leading newspaper men, major and minor league umpires, prominent players and managers and other identified with baseball. The game, as played last season, had the approval of the public except in one particular. The balk rule was not lived up to and hase running was reduced to a minimum. The umpires and not the rules were responsible for the marked decrease in this popular feature. The pitchers violated the balk rule with impunity and the removal of this great aid to run-getting increased the confidence and effectiveness of the pitchers. There is little possibility that the catcher will be required to play under the bat all the time as the demand that the game be shortened Is not general and it is doubtful if there would be any eaving in time, as is claimed by its advocates. So radical a change as setting the pitcher back or moving the foul lines will not be seriously considered. The WlHcon»lu'» Electric Plant. The battleship Wisconsin, the latest addition to our navy, embodies all the electrical features that have been experimentally tried In 'the older vessels. Here electrical equipment consists of an incandescent lighting system, four searchlights, apparatus for the operation of the two large turrets, electrical ammunition hoists and powerful electrically propelled fana for Iho elaborate ventilating system. It begins to appear that Gen. Miles hl« throat, half, li In Portugal, when a child of poor parents dies, the mother converts a plain box into a coflln with a glass top, At the funeral she conveys the cottin to the cemetery, carrying it on her bend. In a beer drinking contest at Milwaukee, John Shinner drank 97 glasses of beer in live hours. 11 is competitor, Ohristan Schmidt, became so ill nfler he had swallowed 83 glasses oi the foamy fluid that he required the services of a physieian, and for four clays lie was confined to bis bed. General Joseph E. Johnston, thecon- federale commander, now dead, used to relate that in the hottest part of one of the early battles of the civil war he felt his coat tails pulled. On turning about he recognised a young man who had been'^employed in his tobacco factory previous to enlistment. •"Why are you' not in your place fighting?" the general demanded, angrily. "Why, I just wanted to tell you that, if you don't mind, I will take my day off today!" A rat's nest, formed of the tattered remnants of five $100 United States treasury notes, was found thirty years ago by John Neeley, a carpenter, in a box car he was lepairing in Louisville, Ky. Since that time he has been striving to have them redeemed by the government. 'He has just succeeded, and received the 8500 and interest for 30 years. PEACE VERSUS PAIN We have peaca, and t' -<KI who are sorely anUcted MII..II NEURALGIA will have peace from pain and a perfect cure by using ST, JACOBS G!L There's Only One Standard iif Quality InAt ing by. "The Bostons were playing In New York one day. George Gore j was OB third base and Roger

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