The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 13, 1899 · Page 8
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 8

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, December 13, 1899
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THE MOIKESt AMOHA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1899. What to Give i S a problem that will perplex HiAny a mind before the coffiing Christmas. May we not assist you in making it a matter of easy solution ? We never had a finer assortment of articles in which beauty and utility are combined—articles that do not possess merely a holiday glitter, but 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 Tea Kettles for gl.OO Teapots for 50 Coffee Pote for 50 Larger sizes up to.... 2.00 Drinking Cups 25 Sugar Bowls $ .90 Spoon Holders 65 Cream Pitchers 75 Syrup Cups 1.00 Water Pitchers.... 1.25 and many other useful articles in the same ware. lar £ e showcase 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. BOYS' KNIVES lOc. 15c. 25c, with chain MEN'S KNIVES 25c to $2.50 LADIES' KNIVES 25c to 1.00 •4. Made from the best English steel, every blade carefully tempered and fully warranted. We have them in various styles of stag and ap- d** t^f} 4&f> plewood handles, ranging from Y*»Ov/ T ° ^U We have a fine assortment of Butcher Knives, temper and cutting qualities equal to the best, fully OjC/* 4-/v warranted, at prices from CwC IO Our Shears CUT. Every pair of shears we sell is warranted or we tell you so; we have a good assortment in everything. lOc shears for the little tots to use in cutting paper dolls. 60c for a medium shear; $1.25 for the heaviest and largest. Shaving Made Easy with one of our easy-shaving razors. 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. $1.00 are the price extremes $2.50 SKATES For Boys 50 cents to and Girls ' $1.50 For the girl, - - - - 250 Better ones, - ... 6oc Coasters, - - - - - 300 Round spring runners, - , - 6oc All steel, will carry 1,000 pounds, $1.25 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 large ic-foot trees for $1.00 if they order CHRISTMAS TREES early enough. ' Mail prompt attention. orders will receive HOLLY—Make your purchase of HOLLY early—the late customers get what is left. Our stock will be in this week. IMt BACHELOR'S DINNER * - — I'm blue as I sit at dinner, With loneliness, too, I sigh, Tfooug-n there's three of us here together. The waiter, the turkey and I, ,To listen to some one talking, 1 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, .The 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!" >****»*******«*******************tt*** ! THEIR BROTHER TOM , They hired two rooms in the house of a neighbor. Mrs. Darcy obtained eome sewing to do, but there seemed to be no work for Tom anywhere. 'T.t's no use, mother, I'll have to leave you," he 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 * | A Christmas Story. « *******************v .,«*************** HE Darcye hat just a r r i v e c from I r e l a n c and had settlec on a little farm in one of our Western States when John Darcy died, The Dare y & were live in number — Mrs Darcy, T o in Bride and Hugh; the deac r--!"- "f- father and hus- The friendless family stood around 'the grave as he was lowered into the frosty 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 «old, gray sky. "He is not lost to us," she said, in ,a voice that for a moment lost its 'eound of grief. "We will meet him again, children, come what may." Tom took her hand In silence that epoke more than worde; neither did the strangers speak; but their hearts itold them that silence was best, and their pitying glances followed the ••widow and ner children as they went Cowards their desolate home. Tom was seventeen at this time; Pride, a blue-eyed little girl of eight; and Hugh a year younger than ais sister. A month passed—a month In which grief for death was mingled with the jnieeries of life. John Darcy obtained his farm on certain eondUtone. He wag to pay for It gradually. For aim the night when goo men can work had come. The owner of the farm refused >to entrust Ills property to Tom—a mere boy. And BO the Darcye were obliged to leave the snjall stone bouse In which they had hoped to spend so many Mrs. Darcy Reads of the Loss of the Mlgnon. 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 head 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 cervices, 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 commonplace 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," he thought, resolutely. But he sajd nothing. When his mother left the room lor a moment, he hastily took a email sum from the purse, aad then put the purse with nearly the whole of its contents b*ek upon a shelf. be will ueyer see it until I am ," he thought. Jje .took Ms farewell over wte over again. He waj zone. The children cri«<J fpr uiin, trie nouse was dark and deso late. Only the remembrance of hi Bright smile and his voice remained. "I'l! write often, mother," He na said, as she hung her Rosary around 1 his neck. "Don't Jet the children forget their brother Tom, for I'll com back one day, mother, and make yoi happy as a queen." Two letters came. Tom had arrive in New York, was kindly received b; Captain of the.Mignon, which was to sail in a few days, and on which Ton 1 secured t. situation as a clerk to the Captain. After this no letters came from Tom One morning Mrs. Darcy glanced a 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, anfl Hugh was quite ae tall though not so sensible ae 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 Baglecliff. Hugh was an errand boy in an Baglecliff store during the day, while at night he and Bride pored over an old copy of a Reader and a still older Geography. The pursuit of knowledge wearied the already weary errand lioy, 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 Bagle- cliff road. •',"'" As the cold weather set in, Mrs. Parcy fell sick, and Bride tried tp take care of her, at the same time sewing and attending to the household duties. 'n. Darcy was unable to move from th/ bod. Her illness was painful but not dangerous, but Bride and, Hugh had a hard time of it. All the support of the three ba4 to eome from Hugh's wages an,d. the pr«ceed# o| We offer our entire stock of Dry Goods, Cloaks, and Clothing during 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.OO 2.OO 370 &4.5O WEAR TH8 FAMOUS / //* ivy > //<;///', .Ji. u *'. GUARANTEED CLOTHING Hats, Caps, G-loves and Mitts at wholesale prices. Remember our Base: cent Grocery department where yon get groceries at wholesale prices. All goods delivered. Yonrs for trade, JNO. GOEDERS. Bride's sewing. They began to un derstand what the anxiety o!f thei 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 hi frost-bitten hands, and looked at th 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 withou 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 wen back to the days when he and hi? 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 am papa. In his dream the walls of the room he remembered became beautifu 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, 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 th» opposite field. Hugh glanced into the barn. A smouldering fire, some straw, and a basket, was alj 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 >overty of its interior. Hugh and Bride looked at each other n amazement. "Is it possible any body lives there?" "That poor woman does, I fear," said Bride. That poor woman did "live there. Her name was Mrs Burns. Her husband had been a wprthy, industrious mar, until be had become, intemperate. One night, maddened with liquor, he at- empted to kill his employer. He wa n prison, and his wife and child were 0 the deserted barn. "Oh. Hugh, we muet help her!" "But how?" "I'll tell Father Philip about her hep I go to Vespers this afternoon." "He'6 got poor people enough on his ands in Eagleeliff." "Oh, dear!" sighed Bride; "I'll knil ome stockings for her and'th^t pret- y little boy, anyhow," "You'll have no time." "I'll make time- I can kjaJt in th. uek,, when it's too 4wk to gew ana too early to light a candle." "You're a brick!" said 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 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 island and answered their signals. They , j _ _ _^ - •***« «***," if ^iv/u iu.^i.1. tJiQimio, j.JLJtJ ?!fT,,^ rS- Cy for some work in that I were t^ 611 on boar d. By this time | they owned quite a large sheep-farm, and a merchant on board bought their live stock and rights as discoverers of the island for a good round sum. Tom article. Each day tender-hearted Bride saved what she could from her own frugal meals and managed to convey sundry slices of bread and cups oif tea down, to the barn. The woman never appeared. Bride would open the door place her offering inside and escape. It was Christmas eve. Snow had fallen late in the afternoon, and more 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 luofher, 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 le'ft U 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, be 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 be- ieve it's our brother Tom come back to u,s." Yee, it was their brother Tom. After the agitation was in part over, Pom explained. The MJgnpn had been jurned, tyut the crew had got safely nto the boats. A storm jwas raging at the time, and one boat had been iwamped. The other--ln which Tom wais—kept up staunchly, but when la,nd fas reached had been broken to piece? by the breakers. Tpm and a compan- on had been tbrow,n op shore alive; he others were dead. Btrapge to say. kome sheep -which vere an board the 4ignon managed tq reach, ejjore u»in- wrei}. Tom and bis companion foun,a tnejn. on this Christmas eve was going to visit his companion, who lived in Eagle- cliff, when he had seen Bride'e 'footprints. ,. I searched for you everywhere, moth. er," he said. "In the old neighborhood nobody knew where you had gone! I'd never have found you, perhaps if 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 wieer man. The Darcys are a very happy family, and Brfde, Hugh, their mother and their brother Tom wish all of you a Happy, Happy Christmas! — Neil Mc^ Neil. Said Saui Unto John. John Bull—This 'ere Christmas buet-'| ness his a bore, haint hit, Sam? Uncle Sam—Well, John, I tW,nk as f how you have a boer or two mjjc "'" up (with yourn this Chris'tmaa, ' ' He JMdu't Car*. An acquaintance of wine had QC'< ion to reprpve h,er very smajj W ante-Ghr}stmas behavior. ' *?•'"Clarence, If you are pot better ( 111 nunlah vmi " ?T«W Will punish ypu, Clarence did some ^s Q6d know asked at length. "No; certainly no "Well tbwi,,tt I don't thinking; heathen.'* reply,

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