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THE TTPPEB DBS MOIKES! ALGQKA. IOWA t WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 4. J809, L CHAPTER Vil.—(Continued.) hitherto matter-of-fact life had Idealy received Its "baptism" of ""ery and romance'; and with It an- Initiatlon—that supreme revela^ which comes but once In a man's [ and having come, leaves Its mark it forever—the revelation of 'ant message, sir," said the tele- clerk at my elbow. I tore open yellow envelope, and read— 'olton Junction—No Gladstone left here, or Inquired for to-day." Miss Branscombe had not dls- rered her mistake. Moreover, her itinatlon was some point beyond >lton, or she would certainly have 4 time to detect the change of bag- re. sent a message to Miss Blmslle at Test Lea, announcing ' my return it night and requesting that If con- tlent a carriage might meet me at station, and then I prepared,, to it through as best 1 might tho hours supense which Jay before me. :My heart beat faster as the evening ipress neared Molton Junction. I was the platform almost as soon as the In stopped. Tho station was un- |lBually quiet, and the platform clear im one end to the other; there was io sign of the slight, graceful figure which I sought eagerly. I did not five up hope until the last moment, 'ter a hurried inquiry at the cloak im I lingered by the carriage door mill the train was absolutely in mo- Ion, and then resumed my seat with a plank chill of disappointment. Miss iranscombe was evidently not return- Ing to Forest Lea that night. The loss of the will—serious as such loss would be to me both personally .nd professionally—occupied no place |ln my mind as I traveled on toward |Forest Lea. I believe I had entirely forgotten the lesser misfortune in what jjseemed to me the greater—the disap- !&earance of Miss Branscombe from her pome. That she was the victim or Some deeply laid plot on tho part of per cousin I never doubted; the rec- |tor's precautions had been taken too pate. Possibly had I spoken of last jvening's dlscovery.Miss Branscombe's can hear, she's dying. She was & very old lady, and she's been bad this six months or more. She was took worse tonight" I groaned inwardly. Then the rector's help was lost at this critical Juncture. It was a fatality; I must tell my story to Miss Elmslie. and that without a moment's loss of time. From her I might gain the information necessary to put me on the track of the misguided girl. Miss Elmallc met me at the door of the little morning room devoted to her use and Miss Branscombe's; there was no sign of agitation or anxiety In hfcr manner—nothing but cordiality and satisfaction at my appearance. "So good of you, Mr. Fort, to come back so soon!" she exclaimed. "And how tired you must be after your two Journeys! I am glad you were able to return to us at once. We need your help more than ever, for we have had another shock tonight. The poor dear rector has been called away to—I fear —his mother's death bed. Ah, tho world Is full of sorrowful things! But come in, Mr. Fort"—as I stood rooted to the threshold. "Come in to the flre. What—what is the matter?' What, indeed? No wonder that I stared with dropped jaw and wonder- stricken eyes, for in an.arm chair by the fire, which the chilly evening rendered comfortable, I beheld Nona Branscombe. CHAPTER VIII. Yes, It was Nona Branscombe in the flesh, and not a spirit, as in my first utter bewilderment I had half imagined. She was wrapped in a light fleecy shawl; her face was pale as death, and her whole attitude full of listless weariness. She looked like one who had wept until she could weep no more, and had given up the struggle with grief out of sheer exhaustion. fancied that a faint 'wave of color stole over the pale cheeks as sho held out her hand to me, but she did not speak, and sank back again amongst her cushions. Miss Elmslie pressed food and drink upon me with kindly hospitality, and talked in her purling cheery way, AN ARMCHAIR NEAR THE FIRE I BEHELD NONA BRANSCOMBE." guardians would hav» been on the ilert and this evening's escapade |ould have been prevented. A girl, experienced, innocent, confiding— i, in spite of all, I could swear Nona as—might have been drawn into any however extreme—even into a ty and secret marriage—by the fas- ating and clever spendthrift to Horn she had given her girlish affec- believing him to be unjustly nherited—in her own favor, nly a few hours had elapsed since flight, however. Was it too late iave her? Hardly. There could be marriage before the morning, if so in. I would go at once to the rec- ii and give him the clue I held. It just possible—a dozen things were ible. e cool night wind blowing upon J heated brow, as I sat once more ||nd the splendid chestnut, seemed it'light and air together in on the ect and to lift me out of the ,gh Into which I had sunk. Hope ie to my heart. I was impatient to !er with the rector. No, it was Inly not too late. I decided, je rectory was close to the gates he Lea. I directed my Jehu to there first have to see the rector," I ex- ted. "They have not gone to bed, lights!" rector, sir?" said the man, up, however. "Mr. Heathcote tQ Hpwmere just as I started to you. He was sent for, and he'll back yet, even if he comes to- It's -a good ten mllo t9 HO.W- 'forP'—then }t was 411 right. I d a devout thanksgiving. Her na4 followed Nona-^be was words demolished matter, sir. Fro» whilst I listened and ato as in a dream. ' "It has been a long day," Mlsa Elm- lie said, "and there has been so much to do. I made Nona keep her room until dinner time, and then camo the shock of the rector's summons. Dear, dear—to think that Mrs. Heathcote should follow the dear Colonel so soon!" She glanced at Nona, and changed tho subject. "Had you a pleasant Journey, Mr. Fort?" "Yes," I answered, rousing myself with an effort, "it was very pleasing up to a certain point. Then a little adventure befell me." I haa my eyes fixed upon Miss Branscombe as I spoke; there was no change in her attitude, no interest in her still, weary face. "An adventure?" exclaimed Miss Elmslie. "What was it?" I determined to make a bold stroke. "I lost my hag," I replied, watching tho motionless figure iu the arm chair. "Lost your bag!'' echoed Miss Elmslie. "Dear me—I hope you found it again." "No, I have not found it up to this time," I answered. "I believe it was exchanged by a fellow passenger—a lady"—still no sign from Nona—"who' left her own in its place." "But the railway officials—the—the telegraph," said Miss Elmslie.who was always confused and helpless in emergencies—"they can get it back for you. Have you made inquiries?" "Yes." I answered, steadily, "J have made Inquiries, and"—with, emphasis—"I thlnlc j have traced the lady." Mies Branscombf lifted her hand at this moment arid v: leaned her cheek upon it, shading her face from j»y view. My shot had told at last. "You have traced her?" said Mlsa EJnjBlie. "Ah, tliea It will he all righ.tl" "Yes, I hope it wJU b* $» right," J "How very awkward," said Mis- Elmslle, "for the lady as well aa f6 you! bear me, Mr. Fort, I hojie yo will soon get back your own pfopeity Can we send to the station In tht morning? Or is there now anything yo want for tonight. Austin can attend it If you will ask him." "Thank you,"JL replied, "th« bag cor.- tanled nothing but papers. 1 " "Papers!" exclaimed Miss Elmsllc "Then you must be very anxious, Mr. Fort Do let us send—or had you not better go yourself?" "Thank yon," I responded; '£ hava no doubt I shall recover everyialng— In the morning." "How cool you are!" said Miss Elms* He. "I should be la a fever." "I think 1 will go to bed now," said Miss Branscombe, rising languidly from her chair. "I will come up stairs with you/' said Miss Elmslie, starting upland taking Nona's arm In her own. "I 1 shall not say good-night, Mr. Fort; you' havq not finished your supper. Please don't hurry—I am coming back." Miss Branscombo bowed and heltj out a limp, nerveless hand as I opened the door for her exit. She shivered just a little, too, and drew her shawl more closely ubout her, but there was neither guilt nor confusion—only weariness and sorrow—in the eyes which met mino for an instant. Then ths two ladies crossed the hall and mounted tho wide shallow stairs. Miss Elmslie came down presently. "Poor child," she said, "she is abso> lutely worn out! She has cried th« whole day. i hope sho will sleep now; that Is tho best restorer. She has had no sleep yet." My first glance on gaining my bedroom was toward tho Gladstone bag which stood beside my portmanteau. Nona had probably taken the opportunity of making the exchange quietly in my absence—she had shown herself a person of resources, and I had little doubt that this would be nor line of action. It would Involve no explanation of awkwardness. I lifted the bag almost with a smile—the adventure interested me. There at tho bottom was still the half-effaced label —"Hotel —gla, Venezia." Miss Brans- combo then had In some way failed to be equal to the occasion; possibly she had been, as Miss Elmslle expressed it, too "worn-out" to attempt the transfer that night. I opened my portmanteau, and thera amongst my own possessions lay the large light gray dust cloak and thfl yellow paper-covered volume left behind by my traveling companion; therq were the penciled words, "Nona Branscorabo"—tangible evidence that the day's adventure had been no Illusion or case of mistaken identity, as I waa half tempted at times to believe. I fell asleep, after much troubled tossing, and dreamt of Nona Branscombe, at the Colonel's funeral, wrapped in her gray dust cloak, and carrying in her hand my Gladstone bag, with "Venezia" in large, letters on it. . (To be continued.) NO MOMHUISMFOOB SOUTH: SEA CUSTOMS PASSING AWAY. Spot on. Irijl Idlandi \Vh«r* Cttptbfet Were Slain to* the Fount ft ml Procession That t,ed tip to the mird Ct» n - nlbnl OrRte All that fietnatag. INTERESTING ITEMS. Great Britain pays $90,000,000 annually to America and the English colonies for butter. The people who buy high-price butter want it sweet nnd fresh, and this is possible only when the cows are eating spring grass. As it is not always spring in England it stands to reason that butter has to be brought from those places where spring Is. First the Londoner gets his butter from west England, Normandy d Brittany. Then the butter of northern Denmark follows and Australian butter comes next— English winter is Australian spring. In a recent lecture by Dr. Charles B. Dudley, chief chemist of a certain railroad, it is shown how the costs of the distinctively little things mount up in the offices of a large railway system. For instance, he shows that it costs the railroad each.- year about $1,000 for pins, $5,000 for rubber bands, $5,000 for ink, $7,000 for lead pencils, etc. The fact that it costs nearly as much for stationery with which to carry on the business as it does for iron, as Dr. Dudley asserts, is indeed startling. Some roads have realized the extent of v/aato in such directions and have, among other measures, ordered lhat a largo part of the communications between their various officials shall bo written on pads of m-auila paper instead of on regular letter heads. There is no one from John O'Broat's to Land's End, England, who bestows more of his means to philanthropic causes than Lord Overtoun, to whom his father, James White, left a fortune, closely approaching $10,000,000, Seventy-odd years ago the father of Lord Overtoun and his brother John took possession of an old soap and soda works near Ruthergjen and converted t into a factory for the production 'of Bichloride of potash. It is related of the founder of the business that he was wont to stand Inside tho gate of his works at night and if he found any particles of chrome— a chemical for which he received 20 cents a pound In those days— adhering to boots or clothes h.e would stop the man with the remark: "Hey, man! gang ba^k and daud your shin. Piv ye no see fo're cairryin' awa' siller when ye oalr- ry erum on yer bitts?" John Campbell White, the present owner q| the chemical works at Ruthergjeq, first Baron Chrertoun in 1833, taking the title from his estate In Dumbartonshire. He ww born i» 1843.40d w<W educated at Glasgow university. Jie is certalsly oae pf the busiest men in the country, an4 besides b^lng a deputy lleutenwt and for pu,mbarta»shlre, t mwaeraWe rellglqug ajjfl SQoJetjes, , , The belief that tho spirits journeyed across the ocean to a better land, where the fruits of the earth ripened without tillage, and labor and sorrow were not, was universal among the South Sea Islanders. The Fijian had "jumplng- off places" facing the northwest, the position of these being no mean indication of the wanderings of the race. The native of Rublana, in tho Solomons, whose tutelar deity is the porpoise, takes ship in the belly of his god—that Is to say, his bones are deposited in a wooden model of a fish, and, inanimate things having souls as well as animate, tho wraith of the wooden porpoise ferries him over. Tho broad-brimmed hat Is an Invention that has never occurred to the Rubfnna people, whose woolly hair is protection enough for the head, but not for the eyes. But they have hit upon a sunshade which may be described JIB a brim without a hat. No account of South Sea curiosities CANNIBAL STONE AT BAU, KIJL would be complete without a reference to cannibalism. Men were eaten in New Guinea, the Solomon islands, and very rarely in Tonga, but the practice was reduced to a fine art in Fiji. Warriors slain in battle were often eaten by tneir conquerors— not in most cases from taste, but as a quasi-religious rite of triumph. A photograph of the "cannibal stone," or slaughtering place of human victims at Bau, in Fiji, is re- prrciuco.1. When a canoe approached the town after a successful expedition a peculiar tattoo was .beaten on a drum, which was c-uight iir, by the great drum in the village. Men nnd women Hocked down to the river's edge, bandying obscenities with the returning warriors, wno, it could now be soon, had corpses or captives on board. If they had far to walk the body was bound to a pole, and tho warriors advanced dancing the thhnbl, or death, dance. Tho body was thrown down to be insulted and mutilated by the populace, while the oven was made ready.. It was then prepared and baked whole, exactly like a pig, and afterward carved skillfully with a bamboo knife. Each joint— and there were special names for all — was wrapped in leaves, nud apportioned to the different chiefs, who ate it in secret with certain wooden forks that were reserved for that purpose alone, and were regarded with superstitious nwe. ' to lift** It* 0*1*1* i* "I have handled & good ffianjr out* landish weapons," said a New Orleans curio dealer, "but here Is a little lfr» strument that fof pure diabolism beatf anything 1 ever saKr In to* life. 1 bought it tiie othef day from a Nor* weglah sailor, who tells ine it wafi given to him by a Jafl at Yokdhama— a story that you may take for what it is worth." As he spoke he opened a show case and took out what seemed to be ah ordinary Chinese marking brush, of rather large size* The handle was some ten inches long and the diameter of a lead pencil. By giving it a sharp twist. it separated about a hand's breadth from the end, after the manner of a sword cane, and attached to the small^ er piece was a slender rod with a needle point The rod was not much bigger than a knitting needle, and with the handle It. had the effect of a very small and delicate stiletto. "I should think that would break if Jt were used to stab with," remarked a visitor after examining. "Certainly It would," replied the dealer, "and that is where the fiendishness of the thing comes in. Look closely at the glass rod and you will see a tiny groove filed around it about two Inches from tho hilt. Suppose that It was driven into the body of a man, it would be certain to break at the groove and would leave at least three inches of glass buried in his vitals. Tho puncture would close when tho stump was drawn out, and I doubt exceedingly whether a single drop of blood would follow. .In. other words, tho victim could receive his death blow without knowing exactly what had happened to him. Ho would feel a shock and a pang, but find no wound, and meanwhile tho assassin would stick hia brush together and go about his business. The same idea might bo applied to atylographlc pens." AN OHIO HERMIT. Live* Up a Tree, uuU Swtiiui Aghoro for Ills Monlft. Delaware county, Ohio, can boast ot a hermit, while at the same time in many ways this man. differs from tho usual recluse. His camp is located on the James 'fruit farm, near Selma, in large grove of trees on the river mnk. "Old Hickory," or Homestead, his proper name, is about 53 years ot age, nnd ho has been living in this Place for the past ten years. He goes nto camp about the last of March and •emains until December. He erected liimself a hut, in which lie lives, spond- ng the larger portion of his time in fishing, trapping and hunting. Near the cottage is a truck garden 'rom which ho secures a part of his "ood. In one of the largo trees a box louse has been constructed, in which 10 takes refuge from tho high water. Phis has been used but once, when Homestead spend a week in the place, -swimming to the shore to get his neals. All the trees are whitewashed and the old gentleman has stretched bunting from different parts of tho np, making a pretty effect. The place H kept scrupulously clean, and the hermit is noted for his hospitality. He la veil known to the glass men of Muncie, many of whom camp along the river "uring the hot months. "Old Hickory" xpects to continue this mode of life intii he dies. IClmiUorK. The Philadelphia Bourse is the home of a very intelligent cat. Thi« tabby, which is coal black, without a single white spot, upon her, has a fondness for traveling in tho elevator. She is perfectly at homo there, and travels up and down many times daily. She goes to tho door of the elevator and mews until the car comes along and takes her on. Tho various elevator men are very careful of her, for sho is a groat mouser,. and in the Bourse, as in olhci' big buildings, mice are troublesome. These little posts frequently destroy valuable documents supposedly safely stowed away In desks and drawers. Tabby notifies the elevator men what floor she desires to got off upon by mewing loudly as the car comes to the particular Htory. In this way she makes a tour of inspection of the entire building. GIRL WAS MADE DUMB. Marie Betancourt, a bright young girl of Taunton, Mass.,. accepted the gift of an apple from an admiring young man with whom she worked in a cotton mill. She ate it, to the core, and enjoyed the fruit. Within ten minutes she was deprived of the power of speech, and for three weeks her communication with friends and members of the family has been-by the means which are given, those who are born dumb, by signs and. writing. The cir- A Nmv Enemy to The Long Island Railway company baa a new enemy which requires an entirely new method of combat. It is the potato bug. The farmers have Jong since been alone in the fight against the pest. The bugs, not finding any potato vinos, arc, removing im swarms from the farms to tho scrub land. Recently thousands of them were crushed tinder the car wheels at the Centre Moriches station,>and the track became so oily that it was impossible to move a train after it once stopped until the rails were swept and sanded. In Of the twfgtyrfojur Jyncbljigs jn Georgia thus far this year, five were due to Incendiarism, live to robbery, three to complicity in rnuro'er, one to murder, one to resisting arrest, one to race prejudice, pne to the use of violent language, leaving only seven that were in any manner connected with crimes against women. MAKIE BETANCOURT. cumstances of the attack of the mysterious malady and of her recovery from It ure exceedingly strange and have attracted wondering attention • from the'medical'faculty in that.part of the state, Marie lives with her parents at 84 Dean street. Medical men say she has been a victim of the strange disease known as aphasia, which Is very uncommon and is extremely rare in persons of youthful age. Marie is but 18. Physicians say they recall records of very few who have been afflicted with aphasia so.early.In life. Dttiitttfiftj *-e*d from the memorial "JHfcpa, «rhaj are silent- heroes?* "Marrted mcn ( ' j said poppetv Jt>etr«y Celebration.. . Americans are quick to > appre theritH Thd Dewey. celebrations f that, and it is again forcibly; demonstrated itj the praise and confidence wiich is accorded Hostetterte Stomach Bitters, ohe of fhe most ttteMtoriotia remedies ever compounded fof . indigestion, cpnstipatioti, dyspepsia, biliousness, liver or kMttey disease ot any trouble arising from a weak, stomach, Fire per cent of all Europeans art trained soldiers. "A Gentle Wind of Western BlrtK Tetts no s*tueetet story to hanten&pXhl the Announcement th&t the hedin-fffaei And he&lth-btingtf, Hood's tells of the birth of An eta. of good health, ft is the one rettabte specific fof the cote of fiS. blood, stomach artd Uroet trouble*. The chronic kicker Is a man who vises his foot when ho should lead a helping 1 bund. HOUSEHOLD HINTS. If there Is one thing on which the housewife prides herself, It Is that of havjng her laundering done nicely, so that the wearing apparel may be the admiration of all. The washing is a small matter, any one almost can do that, but to have the linens present that flexible and glossy appearance after being Ironed requires a fine quality of starch. Ask your grocer for a coupon book which will eaable you to get tho first two packages *f this new starch— "Red Cross" trademark brand, also two of the children's Shakespeare pictures painted in twelve beautiful colors as natural as life, or the Twentieth Century Girl Calendar, all absolutely free. This is one of the grandest offers ever made to introduce "Red Cross" laundry starch. J. C. Hubinger's 1 latest invpntion.__ .>...••»• Musicians are as jealous of each other as undertakers. Aro Yon Il8in tf Alien'* *'oot-En»e? Rm* M S th £ only cure for Swollen. Smarting, Burning. Sweating Feet. corns and Bunions. Ask for Allen's Foot-Ease, a powder to be shaken Into the shoos. At all Druggists and Shoe btores, 25c. Sample sent FREE. Ad- uress Allen s <->'.-n~tn>i T "r} 0 y N. Y.' 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