The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 13, 1899 · Page 6
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TOE fcPPEIt DES MOIKES: AL6OHA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1899. What to Give I S a problem that will perplex many a mind before the coming Christmas. May ire not assist yon in making it a matter of easy solution? We never bad a finer assortment of articles in which beauty and utility are combined—articles that do not possess merely a holiday glitter, bat which retain an every-day luster from one Christmas to another. Practical presents are received with the highest appreciation by everyone, and that is the kind we offer. We can give below but a hint of what can be found at our store. Our Nickel Goods are the best we can purchase in the U. S. They are made of heavy copper heavily nickel plated, and with ordinary care will always retain their original lustre. We have Crag Made from the best English steel, every blade carefully tempered and fully warranted. We have them in various styles of stag and ap- d> 1 £ plewood handles, ranging from *pA«^ We hare a fine assortment of Batcher Knives, temper and cutting qualities equal to the best, folly JJCf* 4 rt COo warranted, at price* from CwV lU WwC TO Tea Kettles tot fl.OO Teapots for ,50 Coffee Pots f or 50 Larger sizes ap to 2.00 Drinking Cups 25 Sugar Bowls f .60 Spoon Holders 65 Cream Pitchers 75 Syrnp Ctrps 1.00 Water Pitcher*.... 1.25 Our Shears CUT. and many other useful articles in the same ware. Every pair of shears we sell is warranted or we tell you so; we have a good assortment ID everything. lOc shears for the little tots to use in catting paper dolls. 50c for a medium shear; $1.25 for the heaviest and largest. Shaving Made Easy i large showcase un O f ' em , made to fit any pocket, without reducing too much the size of the pocket book. Our knives are made in America, from the best razor steel, everyone being carefully tempered and fully warranted. We have always made a special effort to get the best cutlery we can buy for our customers, and the generous trade they have given us enables us to display a fine assortment. (lOc. BOYS' KNIVES -hoc. f 25c, with chain MEN'S KNIVES 25c to $2.50 LADIES' KNIVES 25c to 1.00 with one of our easy-shaving ra- ; zors. The quality must be all right or we would not guarantee them and offer to replace any one that does not give satisfaction. Certainly no gentleman would object to a keen-edged present of this character. 51.00 are the price extremes 52.50 SKATES For Boys 50 cents to and Girls $1.50 i B For the girl, .... Better ones, - ... Coasters, Round spring runners, All steel, will carry i, ooo pounds, We shall be headquarters for Christmas trees and all kinds of green decorations for Christmas. Fifty cents will buy a good-sized one. Sunday schools can get • I large lo-foot trees for $1.00 if they order CHRISTMAS TREES earl y enou g h ; ' Mail orders wil1 receive i prompt attention. HOLLY—Make your purchase of HOLLY early—the late customers get what is left. Our stock will be in this week. C. M. DOXSEE. I Mt. BACHELOR'S DINNER ^ I'm blue as I sit at dinner. With loneliness, too, I sigh, Though there's three of us here together. The -waiter, the turkey and I, JTo listen to some one talking. I'd give of my hard earned pelf. But the turkey can't and the waiter shan't. And I never talk to myself! I miss the rustle of laces. The blush and the deep blue eye, T-he prettiest of the faces, Like a dream of the daye gone by. .What folly to live like a hermit— . I'll ask her to-night, that 'flat. "Hi, waiter! Call me a hansom, „ And bring me my coat and hat!" They hired two rooms in the bouse of a neighbor. Mrs. Darcy obtained some sewing to do, but there seemed to be no work for Tom anywhere. "I't's no use, mother, I'll have to leave you," be said one evening, and It needed not a mother's tender perception to see by the quivering lips and averted face the agony that those *»*****•**»•*»«•»»********** I THEIR BROTHER TOM A Christmas Story. •*****************<fe >«*•************** HE Darcye hac just a r r i v e c from I r e 1 a n t and bad settlec on a little farm in one of our Western States when John Darcy died. The Dare y & were five i T, number — Mrs Darcy, T o n; Bride an Hugh; the deac r-.-" —-•- '••father and hus- The friendless family stood around "the grave ae, he was lowered into the Irosty earth. A few sympathizing strangers stood near, and looked on the scene; but human sympathy was powerless to help this sorrow. Mrs. Darcy lifted her pale face to the cold, gray sky. "He is not lost to us," she said, in .« voice that for a moment lost its 'sound of grief. "We will meet him Again, children, come what may." Tons took her hand in silence that epoke more than words; neither did the strangers speak; but their hearts 'told them that silence was best, and their pitying glances followed the •widow and her children as they went {towards their desolate home. Tom was seventeen at this time; Bride, a blue-eyed little girl of eight; and Hugh a year younger than sis sister, A month passed—a month in which grief for death was mingled with the jnleeries of life. John Darcy obtained bis farm on wrtain eondiUom He was to pay for it gradually. For him the night when jap men can work bad epme. The owner of the farm refused >to entrust J»l* property to Tow—a Hwe boy- And «o the Darcys were obliged to tbi »p$H etone bouse in which baa feoped to epepd so mani; Mrs. Darcy Reads of the Loss of the Mignon. words cost him. "I'll have to leave you, mother — and the children." "The children!" Words so simple and yet which made the- mother look into her son's face with a feeling that partook both of pride and pain. Not long ago he had been only a careless boy himself. Now be spoke of "the children," as if he were their protector. A few weeks had changed him. He would never be a boy again, and so the mother 'felt, leaning her bead on his shoulder and weeping. Before morning it was arranged that Tom should go to New York. The only friend they had made was a Captain Brown, of the brig Mignon, which traded between New York and the West Indies. He had met the Darcys on their landing in the great city, and having employed Tom in some trifling services, he had promised to obtain work for him should his favorite ever return from the West. Tom was now- going to claim the fulfilment of that promise. Many tears fell from Mrs. Darcy'e eyes as she sadly packed Tom's small traveling bag-^tears which made his eommonplaqe belongings sacred to him. A.t last everything was ready for his departure. The mother had gathered her whole slender stock of money, and placed the well-worn pocketbook In a corner o'f the bag, . Tom saw the action. "I will work my way," be thought, resolutely. But he said nothing. When bis mother left the room tor a moment, he hastily took a small sum frow the purse, an.0 then put the purse wffh nearly the whole of its contents upon a shelf. '1Sbe will weyer see it u»tjl I am £e thought. took bis farewell over a^cl over j&wje. Tbe erl*4 fpr uiin, >ne Douse was dark ana desolate. Only the remembrance of hi bright smile and his voice remained. "I'll write often, mother," ne nat said, as she hung her Rosary around his neck. "Don't Jet the children forget their brother Tom, for I'll com back one day, mother, and make you happy as a queen." Two letters came. Tom had arrivec in New York, was kindly received bj Captain of the Mignon, which was to sail in a few days, and on which Tom secured i. situation as a clerk to the Captain. After this no letters came from Tom One morning Mrs. Darcy glanced at the newspaper, and then sank back in her chair, white and speechless. This is what she had read: "Burning of the brig Mignon. Loss of all on board." And the children soon learned tha their brother Tom had met a terrible fate far out at sea. They did not 'forget him in their prayers. Mrs. Darcy struggled hard to keep her boy and girl in food and clothes sewing could not always be obtained Gradually the Darcys drifted from place to place until their old neighborhood was left far behind them. II. Five years ago Tom Darcy had gone away. Bride was now a bright-eyed, golden-haired, womanly damsel of thirteen, and Hugh was quite as tall though not so sensible as his sister. On One Corner of the Lane Stood a> Deserted Barn. Christmas was only two weeks off— but to the majority of little people in the world, the two weeks seemed two ages. The Darcys were now living nearly three miles from Eaglecliff. Hugh was an errand boy in an Eaglecliff store during the day, while at night he and Bride pored over ap old copy of a Reader and a still older Geography. The pursuit of knowledge wearied the already weary errand ¥>y, but be persevered manifully. They lived in an old wooden house, full of holes and' cracks, but for which a low rent was asked. There was a garden in front, and the garden gate led into a lane, and the lane finally turned into the Eagle- cliff road. As the cold weather eet in, Mrs. Darcy fell eick, and Bride tried to take care of her, at the game time sewing and attending to the household duties. Mrs. Darey was unable to mqve from the bed, Her illness was painful but opt dangerous, but Bride and Hugh had a hard time of it. All the support r^e bad to epme from Hugh's wages sad the proceed^ of GDP AH 1 TIPP nttliAl llliu We offer our entire stock of Dry Goods, Cloaks, and Olothing dining this month at much reduced prices. Special sale of Holiday Goods, such as Handkerchiefs, Mufflers, Belts and Belt Buckles, Laces, Embroidery, Velvets, Silks, Linens, Towels, Napkins, Table Cloths, Bed Spreads, Silks and Ribbons. Cloaks and Capes. 15 Plush and Astrachan Capes, worth from $5 to $8—your choice, - - $4.50 25 Ladies' Jackets worth from $5 to $10—your choice, - .... 4.75 15 Misses' Jackets worth from $4 to $6—your choice, 3.50 Clothing. 25 Boys' 2-piece Suits for 25 Boys' 2-piece Suits for 75 Boys' 2-piece Suits for 25 Boys' 2-piece Suits for 25 Boys' Overcoats for 25 Men's Overcoats—your choice, 25 Men's Fur Coats at COST. 25 Suits worth $5 to $—your choice —sale price— $ .90 1.25 1.50 2.00 2.0O 370 &4.5O WCAft TUB FAMOUS GUARANTEED CLOTHING Hats, Caps, G-loves and Mitts at wholesale prices. Remember our Basement Grocery department where yon get groceries at wholesale prices. All goods delivered. Yours for trade, JNO. GOEDERS. Bride's eewlng. They began to understand what the anxiety o'f their mother must have been during the long years that were past. "I wish we weren't so poor," growled Hugh, as he and Bride were coming from mass one Sunday. He rubbed his frost-bitten hands, and looked at the large crack in hie shoes. "If brother Tom hadn't been drowned, things might have been different. The coal's nearly out, and tea is awful high. You know mother can't do without tea. I wish we were not so poor!" "Hugh!" said Bride's gentle voice. "Our Saviour was poor—poorer than we are." Hugh's discontent was very much aggravated by a dream of Christmas he had had the night before. He went back to the daye when he and his dear sister were little children. He remembered one morning when the Christmas bells had awakened them, and they had gone, with sprigs of holly in their hands, to waken mamma and papa. In his dream the walls of the room he remembered became beautiful and the house palatial—he awoke at the sound of Bride's voice calling him for mass. They had just turned from the road into the lane. On one corner olf the lane stood a deserted barn; on tht other was a couple of maple trees. Along the lane, on both sides, stre ch- ed farmlands. The door of the deserted barn was without fastening, and it wag open. In the doorway stood a small child wrapped In a torn shawl. Hie cheeks and pretty little nose were quite purple with the cold, and the tears seemed to be freezing in his eyes. Bride ran to him at once. "Where's your mother child?" The child pointed across the lane. Bride saw a wqman, poorly dressed and without shoes and stockings, engaged in picking up dry stalks in tin opposite field. Hugh glanced into the barn. A smouldering fire, some straw, and a basket, was all it contained. The woman came towards them. ."Thank you," she said to Bride, taking the child. Her face flushed, and she entered the barn, closing the door immediately, as if ashamed of the poverty of its interior. Hugh and Bride looked at each other in amazement. "Is it possible any body lives there?" "That poor woman does, I fear," said Bride. That poor woman did'live there. Her lame was Mrs Burns. Her husband had been a. wprthy, industrious mar, until he had become, intemperate. Or<e night, maddened with liquor, he at- empted to kill his 'employer. He wa n prison, and his wife and child were n the deserted barn. "Oh. Hugh, we must help her!" "But how?" "I'll tell Father Philip about her when I go to Vespers this afternoon." "He's got poor people enough on hi>hands in Eaglecliff." "Oh. dear!" sighed Bride; "I'll kni! ome stockings for her and that pre!y little boy, anyhow." "You'll have no time." "I'll make time. I can knit in tl ugk, when it's too flark to sew and too early to light a candle." "You're a brick!" eaid Hugh emphatically. This was high praise from him. Bride's stockings progressed slowly, for her time was already occupied. There was no difficulty in finding yarn for them for one thrifty housewife had paid Mrs. Darcy for some work in that i -were article. what she could meals and managed to convey sundry seives on an uninhabited but fertile island. They spent two years there, during which time the sheep increased in number. The island was out of the usual track of vessels, and so the castaways watched in vain for a sail. At last a ship came near the and answered Island their signals. They taken on board. By this time _. | — j _wned quite a large sheep-farm. Each day tender-hearted Bride saved . and a merchant on board bought their """'"' from her own fruga; j i lve stock and rights as discoverers of the island for a good round sum. Tom slices of bread and cups of tea down to the barn. The woman never appeared. Bride would open the door place her offering inside and escape, was on this Christmas eve was going to visit his companion, who lived in Eagie- cliff, when he had seen Bride's 'footprints. , I searched for you everywhere, moth It was Christmas eve. Snow had j er> » he said. "In the old neighborhood _:i e ?J** e . ln the . a «empon, and more ! nobody knew where you had gone! I'd never have found you, perhaps if was falling now in the dusk. The stockings for Mrs. Burns and her tiny boy were finished at last, Bride was putting the last touch to them Bride had found time to decorate their own room with bunches of holly and crimson maple leaves. Hugh had come home, and, as supper was over, had gone to work at geography, while his mother, propped up in bed, read her own book—"The Following of Christ." Bride took her own share of supper and the stockings, and hastened down the lane. "Happy Christmas," she whispered, pushing them inside the barn-door Though Hugh had not mentioned it, he had picked up quite a supply of wood before he came home, and left ii in the same place. Bride ran up the lane, leaving a line of small foot-prints in the soft snow. The snow ceased to fall, and the moon appeared and smiled in those foot-prints. A man in a shaggy overcoat came along the road and looked up the lane. "I'm tired, and the town is too far away for a pleasant walk through this snow. There ought to be a lodging- house somewhere near the road. No sign of life in this lane, however, he murmured. "Ah, yes—here are fresh footprints; these may lead me to a farm-house." He followed Bride's traces, and after a time knocked at the Darcys' door. Bride opened it. "Come in, sir." "I'm a stranger in these parts—" the man began, taking off his hat and revealing a crop of light curling hair He stopped in his speech. "Tom!" she cried. "Mother!" Tom sprang to his mother's side and clasped her In hie arms. "I do believe," said Bride—"I do believe it's our brother Tom come back to us." Yes, it was their brother Tom. After the agitation was in part over, Tom explained. The Mignon had been burned, but the crew had got safely Into the boats. A storm ,was raging at the time, and one boat had been swamped. The other—In which Tom was—kept up staunchly, but when land was reached had been broken to piece? by the breakers. Tom and a companion bad been thrown on shore alive; the others were dead. Strange to eay. some sheep -which were on board the Mignon managed to reach shore unin- it hadn't been for Bride's footprints." Tom removed his mother to a cheerful home and sent Hugh and Bride to school. Through his charity and that of Father Philip, Mrs. Burns was provided for until her husband was released from prison, a sadder and a wiser man. The Darcys are a very happy family, and Bride, Hugh, their mother and their brother Tom wish all of you a Happy, Happy Christmas!—Nell McNeil. Said Sam Unto John. Tom and bis companion found them- John Bull—This 'ere Christmas business his a bore, haint hit. Sam? Uncle fiam—Well. John, I think as how you have a boer ov two mixed up with yourn this Christmas. He Diciu't Care. An acquaintance of mine had occasion to reprove her very small son for ante-Christmas behavior. "Clarence, if you are not better God will punish you." Clarence did some deep thinking. "Does God know Santa Claus?" he asked at length. "No; certainly not," "Well, then, if God don't tell Santa Cl&ue, I don't care," was the little heathen's reply. An Optimist, May—My, I'm glad Jack isn't a pessimist, if he is near-sighted Maud—Why? May—Why, he can't tejl whether a bunch of anything is mistletoe or no,. but he alway? hopes fp r

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