The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on March 29, 1899 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, March 29, 1899
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JP3BS MQti^B: AMONA IOWA, WHPHEBDAY ' JlAttCH: 29, 1899 j si f "Never I" cried M. Bourgeull, rising nastily ana throwing his napkin down on the table. "Never! You understand!" As the master mason paced up and down the dining-room turning about like a bear in a cage his wife bent over her plate and her eyes were moist as she mechanically munched her almonds. For the last two years the same dis- pute'had come up between the couple at intervals, for it had been Just two years since they had discarded their son Edward because he married a girl ticked up, no one knows where, in the Latin Quarter, where he was finishing 'his studies. How they had doted on this Edward, their only son, and spoiled him from.childhood. He had come to them after ten years of marriage, when they had renounced all hopes of offspring. After his birth Bourgeuil— already a builder on a small scale- had said to his wife: "You know, Clemence, Paris is to be reconstructed from one end to the other. Building will be lively, and if it keeps up I will have made a fortune in ten or fifteen years. So I hope that this little chap won't have to mount a scaffolding as his papa has done, and come home nights with spots of plastering on his gray coat. We'll make a gentleman of him, hey Bourgeolse?" Things turned out as the father had predicted. Edward was a brilliant pupil at the Lyceum Louis le Grand, and Bourgeuil, the Limousin peasant, who had come to Paris with two gold pieces tied up In the corner of his handkerchief, had the pride of seeing his son congratulated by the minister as he received the prize of the Con- cours General. He would certainly have no trouble in the future in obtaining a licentiate's or doctor's degree, which would open to him almost any career. "We will leave the youngster 25,000 good llvres," said Bourgeuil, patting his wife on the back with his broad hand. "We must soon look about for a wife for him, hey? We must find a pretty girl, as well educated as he is, who will make him happy and be a credit to us." Alas for these fine projects! The young man had already met a girl who had inspired him with love. Yielding to his ardor he had neglected his studies, and at 25 he had not yet obtained his degree. Very sad and disheartened the old parents had not yielded to despair. They said to themselves: "Youth, with its follies, will soon pass away." One day, however, the foolish boy had the audacity to tell them that he adored his doll and that he wished to marry her. It was a wonder that Father Bourgeuil did not have a stroke of apoplexy. The hot blood rushed to his head as he drove his son out and cut off his entire allowance. "If you give my name to that creature," cried the old man in his anger, "you will not get a sou from either of us till after our death." The wicked, ungrateful boy followed 'his own desire to the end and broke off entirely with his parents. Now he was married and lived on a clerk's pittance in the outskirts like any other poor man. It is true that the old folks had suffered much during the two years since they had seen their son. Lately the situation had grown worse: It was the mother's fault, of course. She had lost all her anger and only chagrin re- Snained. She was inclined to pardon the delinquent. At last she braved her aushand's anger by mentioning her wish to him. But he only grew terribly angry, •shouted out a "never" which made the "NEVER!" CRIED, FATHER BOUR- GEUIL. windows rattle, and forbade the poor •woman to ever mention the subject •again. She did pot obey him but still tried to plead the cause of the offender. Every time there was a, fresh scene. (There w«s continual discord in the .house which had hitherto been so peaceful,. These two old people who fiad lived and worked together for 'more tban thirty years and who devotedly ;ove<J each e&er became almost enemies, Every evening at the «ng o? dinner h.ost*tyt|«p commenced. The dtscussipn generally ended by "Well, i inuat teli you, Bourgeuil, that you have a heart of stone." "And 1 tell you, old lady, you are a simpleton." Saying this the master mason went out, slamming the door after him. Then, sitting down alone by the evening lamp, the old mother softly cried over her knitting. Bourgeuil, who could not endure the sight of her sad face, took refuge in a neighboring cafe, where he passed his evenings at cards. In the pauses of the game he bemoaned the degeneracy of the times, when the authority of parents was despised by their children, and when every day saw family respect grow less. He, at least, would se.t a good example and would be severe to the last with the disobedient son. As this was his sole topic of conversation, in spite tit the prestige given him by his fortune, his companions did not hesitate to call him behind his back a "bore" and an old "miser." In his presence, however, they praised his firmness. One, whose pipe was especially offensive, invariably responded to the'old man's imprecations with the remark: "Bravo, Father Bourgeuil! You deserve to be a Roman." Now, Father Bourgeuil possessed very confused notions concerning antiquity. Still, he had a vague knowledge of the story of old Brutus, and the thought that he was a man of that stamp flattered his vanity exceedingly. For all that, when he left the cafe and found himself alone in the darkness he said to himself—very softly—that that same Brutus had a hard heart, and "BRAVO. FATHER BOURGEUIL." that it was frightul to condemn his son to death. Easter Sunday came with its bright sun and chilly wind. In spke of the cold Paris had holiday appearance. The women whose winter toilets looked so dingy in the sunlight had bunches of boxwood protruding from their muffs. There was boxwood everywhere; even the horses on the cabs had little sprigs of it on their bridles. M. Bourgeuil, who had stayed at the cafe until midnight the night before, awoke late. He was in a wretched humor. At dinner the previous evening his wife had again spoken to him of Edw.ard and had tried to excite his sympathy. She had been making inquiries and had learned that the wife of their son—for after all they could- not deny that he was their son—was not at all a good-for-nothing, as they had thought at first. A poor girl, without doubt, who had been a corset- maker. But then, what were they, the parents? Successful working people, and that was all. They had never expected to introduce their son into the Faubourg Saint Germain. When Edward had first become acquainted with his Angelina—a silly name, but that was not her fault—she was rather giddy. But since her marriage nothing had been said against her. 1 ' Would he not have a little indulgence for those unfortunate children? "For, my dear," she concluded, "they are in want; yes, in want! I have learned from the insurance company where our Edward works 'how much he gets. Two hundred francs a month is all; not so much as you spend for your cigars and at the cafe. Oh, I do not ask you to see them. Only help them a little. Since we have so much, would it not be right to do so?" The poor old lady took courage as her husband did not reply, but thoughtfully twirled tho glass he had Just emptied. She rose from her place and went around to the other side of the table and placed her hand timidly on the shoulder of the formidable head of the family. Vain effort! Papa Bour- geuil, all at once remembering that he was a "Roman," burst into maledictions and ended with his eternal "Never!" Still this morning the master mason was singularly sad. He was nervous, too, and cut himself twice while shaving. No, indeed! Ho would not be soft enough to give a sou to his gentleman son. He was a "Roman." He went down to the parlor; that parlor that interested him so much when anything interested him. He looked at the clock. It was only 11, and the good man impatiently thought of how he would have to wait until noon for his breakfast. Then Mother Bourgeuil came back from- mass, carrying a great bunch of boxwood, which she laid down on the table, and whose fresh, strong odor filled the room. Father Bourgeuil was no poet; neither did he have a sensitive nature; but he had sensations, like all mortals, and with him as with others these sensations awoke remembrances. As the old lady separated the branches to decorate the room the pungent odor disturbed the old man's mind. He recalled an Easter morning —long, long ago—when he was still an apprentice, and when his wife- went out to sew. It was their honeymoon, for they had been married just before Lent. As to-day, she had brought from church some sprigs of boxwood and had hung tbem around their poor Jlt- tie room. • How pretty she was, and how ne loyeS her! Then i» a mpm^nt bis memory ran over their long years of wedded, }«e, guring which been so Industrious, so economical and so devoted. And it was this woman whom he was making suffer because of their unworthy son. But was he really so unworthy? Of course one should honor one's father and one's mother. Still, perhaps there are excuses for faults of youth. Just as he had reached this point in his sad reflections the old lady took a bunch of the boxwood and hung it over the photograph of their Edward, taken when he was a collegian, at the time he had won all tho prizes. The old mason hardly knew where he was for a moment, so strong was the flood of memory. His head swam; the odor of the boxwood intoxicated him; but it was with-pity and generosity. He went up to his wife, took her hands, and, after a glance at the picture, he said: "Shall we forgive him, Clemence?" Ah! her cry of Joy pierced his heart! And her husband had called her Clemence, as in the days of her youth. It had been more than fifteen years since he had given her that name. She understood that he loved her still. She hugged him and kissed him many, many times. Then, taking his head in her hands, she whispered something in his ear. She could keep the secret no longer. The Sunday before she had gone to see her son. He was so penitent for having offended them, but he would have asked for pardon many times hacV'be dared. "And you know," she added in a loving voice, "you. know, I saw his wife. You could not have asked for a sweeter one, I assure you. So dainty and pretty? She adores our Edward; one could see that at once. She keeps her poor little home as neat as wax. Her past? Yes, I know. But, since Edward loves her—and then, in our humble sphere one is not so severe. And besides, father, in a short time we shall be grandparents." Father Bourgeuil tremblingly said: "Enough, mother. Have the table laid for four and send for a carriage. Wait; take one of the branches as a token of. peace—and bring them back with you." While the mother, overcome with happiness, .wept on her husband's breast, he—where now .was ancient Brutus, the "Roman"?—broke down and sobbed like the weakest of women. « HISTORY OF THE EASTER LILY. Island of Bermuda the Home of the lieitutlful Flower. The Easter lily as we now know It was brought from Japan and China by an American named Harris and Introduced into Bermuda in 1872, and from the beautiful British colony In the Atlantic come most of the Easter lilies in use in our eastern states. California supplies the western states, and In Chicago both varieties may be found. In Bermuda the Chinese lily received the name "Lilium Harris!!," which it retains to this day. Its common namos are the "Trumpet lily," "Bermuda lily," and "Easter lily." Because of the fact that Bermuda supplies the leading cities on both continents with tho Easter lily bulbs there Is a popular impression that the lily is a native of this island, but old growers there have no difficulty in proving this and in proving the history as given above. In order to become marketable a bulb must measure at least five inches in circumference, and, starting from the "scale," the technical name for one of the folds or petals of a matured bulb, three years of training and care Is required before it attains this size. There are nearly 200 farms in Bermuda which are devoted exclusively to the cultivation of the Illy. At Sunny- lands, the largest of the big farms, just outside of Hamilton, it is a common sight to see lOOjOOO or more of the lilies in full bloom in a single field. The field retains its beautiful effect of snow-white purity lor nearly a month and longer. Then the stalk dries and the nourishment goes back to the bulb, During the latter part of June the digging commences, and as tU. bulbs are taken from the ground they are assorted by the experts and carefully packed in boxes, ready for shipment, which begins in July, and is continued through August. Once In New York, the bulbs are sold by the thousands to seedsmen throughout the country, who in turn dispose of them immediately to the florists and growers. The recent crop of 3,000,000 bulbs was worth to the farmers about ?iS5,000, The importers disposed of the stock at good profits, and the price of the seedsmen to tha florists Is from ?35 to |150 a thousand, bringing the amount up, in numbers, close to 1800,000, Calvary's deatfc, (scenes; were phabet of tbe resurrection, BASE BALL CURRENT MEWS AND NOTES OP THE GAME. Chicago cittb t» an All Stnr tlon—Certain Ponltloni Over-Crowded —A Wonderful Thrower—Brooklyn's New Team. Snrplnn of Star*. The problem which confronts the Chicago management Is a case of too many good players for certain positions, says the Herald of that city, There are four outfielders, all of whom are among the top-uotchers. There Is little difference between any of them. Ryan, Lange, Green arid Mertes are ranked almost as equals. Ryan and Lange have had more experience than either Green or Mertes, but the latter two proved themselves to bo players of exceptional brilliancy. Lange has always had a desire to play an Infleld position. His wish may now be gratified. He has always thought that he would be able to cover -first base as well as any of his neighbors on the diamond. Dliring practice whenever opportunity offered he has been found either at first or second base. The change, however, would certainly be a radical Innovation and one hardly dreamed of by the most revolutionary "fan." The. proposed change was broached by President Hart. Ho discussed the subject In an informal sort o£ way, but from some remarks dropped he had apparently given .the change somo thought. The strengthening of the team was discussed when President Hart first spoke of the proposed change. "Now, what would you think of changing Lnnge from center field to first base and make Everitt one of the reserves?" said Mr. Hart. "Everitt is a good player, but there is a chance of Lange .turning out a better man on the first bag. The change may look a little radical at first glance, but who can tell. It might be Just the thing wo wanted. At present wo have too many good players on our team who are lying idle. We have four outfielders that rank among the best. It becomes a serious proposition. to let such good men as Mertes sit on the bench. Mertes is a good batter, one of the fastest men on bases and an ail around strong fielder. We couldn't think of letting Lange go to the bench in order to make way for Mertes, and there is the situation in a nutshell. Everitt is a good man and would certainly be a valuable man for an emergency. He played good ball last year. Of course, nothing is settled and thero is plenty of time to arrange details." During the conversation Mr. Hart took occasion to throw some bouquets at Connor and Demontreville. Ho said that he had had a letter from Connor in which the latter said that he was never in better condition and thought that he would be able to play the bsst game of his life next season. Mr. Hart said that the more he thought of the Dahlen-Demontreville deal the better It seemed to him. He thought that Demont would be able to play either shortstop or second base, but no final arrangement has been made. A Clover Second Henry P. Reitz, the clever second baseman traded by the Washington to the Pittsburg club of the National League, was born on June 29, 1867, at Chicago, 111., and it was, with the amateur teams of the Chicago City League that ho learned to play ball. He soon gained quite a local reputation as a fielder, batter and base runner. He first played professionally in 1890, with the Sacramento club of the California League, and made a fine record for himself, his fielding, batting and base running being of the highest order. He received many tempting offers from Eastern managers, but after careful consideration finally decided to accept HENRY P. REITZ. the one submitted by the Baltimore flub, with which ho remained until 1898, which season he played with the Washington club, having figured in a ileal. He is pretty generally conceded to be one of the cleverest players in that position. His greatest fielding feat was the accepting of all of seventeen chances in a game played in June, 1890, while connected with the Sacramento team of the California League. A Wonderful Thrower. Like Darius Green, Bowerman's body is "long and lank and lean," but how he can play ball! Some catchers can throw when all conditions are favorable; others can throw when they get a run and jump at it, but in Bower-' man Pittsburg has a man who can throw like a shot, while really standing on his head. Th,e like of Bowerman's throwing in a game against Cta, cinnatl in 1898 has never he.en in Pittsburg before, nor gny place, because such throwing has never been done. In the seventh inning of the last game Elmer Smith got to first and started to steal. To catch the dog- fancier a catcher must get the ball away from htm very quickly, as Elmer was never known to loiter on the way. A groan went up as the crowd saw Hoffer let the ball go wild. The groan was changed to a shout of applause as Bowerman was seen to throw himself out at full length and stop the ball. Everyone was glad to see the stop, because Smith could now scarcely reach third on the play, but Mr. Bowerman was not yet done. Like a flash the lanky catcher was on his knees; he hadn't time to get on his feet, but he let the ball go. True as if a shot from a cannon it went into Padden's hands, beating Smith by six feet. Then the crowd broke loose. Bowerman had not yet showed the crowd what he could do, but in the next Inning h e let himself out. Steinfeldt had hit to Ely who threw wild to first. How Bowerman got to that part of tho earth no one knows, but when the wild throw bounded toward the bleachers the big catcher was there to meet it. At full speed he picked it up with one hand, but both feet flew from under him. He was far from home and Steinfeldt was going fast. Wiggling to his knees again, Bowerman le't the ball go, and Steinfeldt found Ely waiting for him. This was beyond doubt tho most wonderful feat of throwing ever seen hero. Not one player in a hundred would have attempted it.—Pittsburg Dispatch. r.utont Cntoh. Richard J. Padden, the second baseman traded by the Pittsburg to tho RICHARD PADDEN. Washington club, was born at Martin's Ferry, W. Va., in 1870. Padden began his career as an amateur pitcher at his home and in small cities of Ohio near the West Virginia line. His arm having lost its cunning, Padden be-j came a second baseman In 1894. The following season found him with the 1 Roanoke club of the Virginia League, which he captained and also managed for a while. The Pittsburg club secured him in 1890, and he was sent to its farm, at Toronto, Can., until July, when ho was recalled to take the place of Bierbauer, who was Injured. Padden's excellent work led to the release of Bierbauer, and his retention as the regular second baseman of that team. He plays tho points of the game for all they are worth, and ranks fairly as a batsman. Uroolclyn's New Team. Thero seems to be some doubt about the relative strength of the new Brooklyn club, as compared with the Baltl- mores of last year. An old and prominent baseball man of New York, who has studied the make-up of the league clubs for years, had this to say: "It looks to me as if tho Brooklyn club, under the new arrangement, is not going to be as strong as the Baltimore club of last year and the year before. "To begin with, the team must be positively weak in catchers if'the statement is true that both Clarke and Robinson will be left in Baltimore. None of the outfit announced for Brooklyn's backstopping has yet shown himself to be first-class. Going to pitchers, it looks to me as if the team would bo weak there. They have a good man in Me James, and that seems to mo to let them out. Of course, Maul made a great record last year, but I think most people will agree with me that the chances are against the veteran doing as well another year. And, as for the other pitchers, I fail to see where they are especially Strong. "Kelley is going to try to play first base. He never played it before. Tom Daly is going to play second base, alter having once been released from the National league, going to a minor league, where he was a star, and then coming back into the big league on the assumption that he will be a star I there also. Then Dahlen will be an experiment for a time at third base. "In addition to all this, there is the ever-present chance that Jennings' arm may go back on him at any minute. The outfield, I will admit, is strong. Jones, Griffin and Keeler are a little stronger, if anything, than Baltimore's outfield of last year, but the difference is not sufficient to offset the weakened batteries." an §uBiED THE WRONGS it Contained ft ftreflft Instead of Raman Remain*. it la not often that man's funeral 19 funny enough to make his near rela* tives laugh. That, however* is what] happened at the funeral of Dr. KeK logg of Ashland, O. The Kellogg fam-j Ily is an old and respected one In town, and, as often happens in old | families of small towns, is connected' with nearly every other family in thai town. Dr. Kellogg died in New York.j He was a widower, without any chilli dren, and left orders in his will fori his body to be cremated and the ashes deposited in the grave of his wife at! Ashland. Mrs. Patterson, a cousin, was directed to carry out this request. The death of the doctor cast a gloom over the whole big family of kinsfolk. Mrs. Patterson telegraphed directions ?or the cremation of the body, and watched anxiously for the arrival of: the remains. One morning the ex- pressman drove up with the box. A'. funeral was held and attended by Ashland in a body. The wife's grave- was opened, the box deposited solemnly, and the mourners dispersed. A few c days afterward Mrs. Patterson received a small zinc box, about the size of -the, first. She was horrified to find that 'his last box undoubtedly contained the ashes of her cousin, Dr. Kellogg. She knew, of course, at once that something else, no telling what, had been 1 deposited in the cemetery In lieu of the doctor. A quiet Investigation was made. It was found that another Mrs.- Patterson in Ashland, a sister-in-law, had sent a dress to a dye firm in New York. The box containing this dress had been deposited in the grave of the late Mrs. Kellogg. A second and verjr quiet burying was held, at which only Mrs. Patterson and the sexton were present. The story was too good to keep and was soon passed around. PROPHET OF ZIONISM. Fifty years from now the Lion ofc Judah will roar around the world. Her, ambassadors will sit at the council tables of diplomacy, Palestine will be a power in tho world." A slender little man, with a tangled mat of gray- streaked black hair, pushed back from! the clean-shaven leonine face, Jewish; in its outlines, and tanned a dark; brown by long pilgrimages on foot,, was the speaker. Naphtali Herz Imber,! prophet of Zionism and expounder ofl Kahala, the ancient occult science ot tho Hebrew priesthood, is in Denver, Col. His baggage, mostly books and old manuscript, on his back, Irnber walked 1 into Denver from El Paso a short time 1 ago. "I was one of the nine men who started the Zionist .movement," said Imber. "There were then 10,000 Jews in Jerusalem, mostly those that had. como there to die. Take them in so-' lution, so to speak, and there was about one fighting man in five of them put together, all old or decrepit. The next; year thero were 20,000, and all the newi ones were young men. The next year] there were 40,000, all able to rise against the Turk when the time came. Now there are 60,000 Jews in Palestine,' and Zionism has spread .all over the world. "If the Jewish people are united, If they are not divided on the question whether they shall eat eggs on the holy day, whether they may smoke on the. NAPHTALIE HERZ IMBER. Saturday, because the law says there' shall be no fire lighted, then the move-, ment may die. But if they forget these, things, which are of the past, then- twenty years will see the change." The Sport Dentitions. For the information of the public it may be stated that there is no reason to believe that baseball is dead, notwithstanding the strenuous efforts of some of the magnates to kill it. As a matter of fact, the game is greater than the mpguls, and will live and thrive even a* » green bay tree long .after U*e fi$$$\ run, o* magnates m lool '"* " '""* *"•'- "* " Hounds of Battle Heard Afar Off, The report of a battle reaches the world over in these days of the reign o£ the newspaper, but without any such, outside aid it can bo heard far beyond, t!j<? scene o£ strife, The reports of the guns themselves, the real sounds of battle, go far out into space, and can be distinguished a long way from the point of conflict. Prof. W. F. Sinclair says that there is nothing unusual in the hearing of artillery at a distance of sixty miles. The Bombay, time guns and salutes are often heard at the northern Mahim, a distance of over fifty miles. The guns are—or were at the time when the observations were made—very modest affairs, old fash-' ioned twenty-four or thirty-two, pounders, loaded with four and flyei pounds of coarse black powder, not alii of which was burnt. The target practice of the forts and turret ships at! Bombay was easily distinguishable, from mere salutes and time guns, not; merely as a louder sound, but by being felt in the cheat when the others could 9nly be, heard. The sound produced by powder is probably very differ-, of ty% old black at

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