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r mb ALG0M, IOWA? DfiCi 12, fiis<y 6* tfc* fttotfieM of flftd cat»8)6iiS fthd wtdd; &tatt Streatt that flotfrs through its at.flood-ttdel Jut3 th« SWfnSfcte lie heaped on each other: - :*-! W6ft ftitfteta often ntid Sigh, .Malt t 8?H fee able to grapple Wttfc * tfte that has grorth two feet hl*h? '^ftttrtftl ft top layer, always, of stocking; f "flfi&Sa arrive and depart every day, ."&B8 liffi things that arts playing -button- but-• ton" ^"Alftd leave without any delay. P 'flit ah, underneath there are strata }' •? Butted deep as the earth's eocene! put there the first of the autumn, tne * rees have <tfown ereen! •there are thini* to be tippod and made over. There are thih?a that Rave out in their prime tfhefe are intricate tasks— all awaiting OnS majioal hour of "spare time." Will it Mine* Shall I ever possess ti? - 1 start With fresh hope every day. tilts ft wuVo-tho-wl9p it allures me; Lik6 will-o'-the-wUp fades away. fop the basket has never been empty, tiurlht all of its burdened career, But once, for a few fleeting moments, When the baby upset it, Ust year! —Bessie Chandler in Harper's Bazar. A Passive Crime, BV DUGHESS." * CHAPTER IX—CONTINUED. He draws a deep breath, and then srouses himself. Going 1 up to Mrs. Seville, ho bids her srood-night, in a low tone, that still do,es not falter. '.'All this has been* too much for you, and—my cousin," he says .gently, though without looking at Hilda. "To-morrow, everything 1 can be discussed more thoroughly, but for to-night enough has been said." '•We shall see you to-morrow, I .hope?" says Mrs. Neville, anxiously. "I think not. It will be better .not," says Dick, with a faint smile. "I shall have many things to see to, • and my father will of course, require •me." At this mention of his name, Ten- ruddock turns his head,and all present notice how terribly his face has Changed within the last few minutes. 'As if all hooe has died within him he looks crushed and broken and very pitiable. There is, • too, within his eyes a somewhat vacant expression that •contrasts very powerfully with his indolent demeanor of an hour ago. "Eh, Dick?—eh, lad?" he says, in ..a 1 confused fashion, putting his hand to his head and sighing deeply. "What are you saying of me? I heard :tny name—. Don't believe them, Dick! It is all false, every word!" Then, in a tone of eager, almost abject entreaty, he adds in a whisper, "Don't you condemn me, Dick!' You (have not the right to do that. It was all for your sake, Dick—all for you." "Come away. Come home with me, -father,-" says Dick, hurriedly and anxiously. ' A touch of deep pain, mingled \vith shame mars the beauty of his features as he listens to his father's words, which are a confession of his - guilt. "Home! Where is that now?" asks Penruddock vaguely; disregarding his son's etl'ort to lead him from tho room. "From the castle to the cottage, that is a fall, indeed! And," sinking his voice, "I can't go to tho cottag-e, Dick—the river is there!— ' always the river!" with a strong shudder. "And it never ceases—it flows on and on forever! I can hear it always in my dreams at night!" , "Rouse yourself. You are dreaming now, J think," says Dick, who is us pale as death, "No; not now," says the old man. He looks a very old man indeed, so straneely altered are his features and,mien, "It is too late now for dreams. If what she says is true, all is over, all is at an end." "The end is not come yet," returns Dick bravely, throwing up his head with a certain proud gesture tba,t brings tears into the eyes of one who is watching him. He closer one hand firmly, as though to defy misfortune while iqto hj.s face there comes a nob'uity, a sense of dignity, that perhaps it lacked before, , ) *«You have stiU enough to satisfy every want," he says, addressing his "and as for me, the, worl4 is me, and I shall conquer it in of fate anc} evil fortune. AU the "best, and we should be that the Httla one was You are thankful', fftther, >t? Say you ai'e thankful," J p^kijih extreme earnestness, lT.>ftt\pJtJ»Qugh he had cpw ^Stely »p$'-<*J|4!ir.ely disassociated had come to a standstill; the heart, that in all its many years had known but one pur-e affection, had ceased to beat, and Penruddock was no more. Mrs. Seville had called at Dick's rooms, where tho dying man lay, every day during his illness, and had seen Dick and conversed with him many times of his father's state alone—no other topic had been touched upon. On two occasions tiilda accompanied her, but on those days the young man had been either accidehtally or wilfully absent. JJot once during all these long weeks had the cousins met. They had never", ihdeed 4 seen each other since that last momentous evening in South Attdley street, when Esther's disclosure had made them change sides, and had changed the fortunes of both; so happily for one, so disastrously for the other. Yet, about that time there was a policeman in that quarter who for many nights had kept a sharp watch Upon a certain young man, well dressed, but with his collar turned up to his ears—looking upon him as a possible burglar, fof he would stand for an hour without llinching opposite a certain house, gazing upon nothing-—so far as X 91 could see — except a faint streak of light that that came from an upper window. Finally X 91 grew tired or ashamed of his suspicions, aud< comforting himself with the thought that this eccentric young man was either ' a harmless lunatic or an ad mi ret' of the upper housemaid, lot him gaze i n peace. sines you make not be indebted everything." are right, H say a "Pride before all how many hearts it." She means only succeeds in To-day is too lovely for description. "The sun has drunk the dew that lav upon the morning grass;" the very birds are silent from excess of languor; the flowers droop and grow pensive boneath the heat, and all nature seems at rest. In the castle, on this golden September morning, scarcely a sound can be heard. The inner world seems as lazy, as averse to action of any kind as the world without. Three days ago Mrs. Neville brought Hilda down to her birthplace; but the girl has refused to find comfort or pleasure in the grand old castle. Wealth has come to her, and, for the time at least, happiness has departed, There is a pallor in her cheeks, a fountain of hushed tears in her expressive eyes, that goes to Mimi's heart; but having extracted a promise from Dick that he will not leave England without bidding them farewell, she can only wait patiently, if unhappily, for what is yet to come. It is coming very quickly, that for which she waits— the solution of all her doubts. Even as she and Hilda are sitting together in one of the morning- rooms, silent, but full of thought, a footstep sounds iu the hall without, the door is opened and Dick Penruddock stands before them, pale and haggard, but always the same Dick in one pair of eyes at least. "I am'very fortunate in having found you at home," says Dick in hia most formal manner. "I have come down here because I promised, and because I could not leave England without bidding .you good-bye." "He takes Mrs. Neyille's hand, and presses it warmly with a faint, very faint, smile. "Good-bye?" echoes she, in dismay, as though the fear of thia hour has not, been tormenting her for days. "Yes; I am about to leave the country never more to return to it." He has not dared to glance at Hilda after the first involuntary look on greeting her. "But this is all dreadful?" says Mrs. at her wits' end. purpose in leaving? going?" "To New Zealand Jiardly know whither; and, indeed, it Matters very little, so long as I get well away from,the old world and all its associations," '•How you, must hate the old world!" says a soft voice close to him, that has a suspicious trembla in it. "Do you mean to carry nothing from it but regrets?" "Nothing!"—shortly, »Js everything forgotten?" asks the soft voice again, even more tremulously this 'titne- "Can you remember no happy hours?" "My .deepest regret," says young man., with infinite sadness, "lies in the fact that' I shall ' ne % vei' be aj>le to forget those happy hours," Mrs, NeytUe., kind and "considerate soul that she.' is, 'has' stepped iato the conssvvatiopy f°r ttye time being, therefore they are viU'tuaUy alone, ' Hilda, Ippking and very tenderly and very re* , F P * , so sudden, so Neville who ig What is your Where are you anywhere, ''Ant 1?" say8 he, ''It is very likely. Misfortune embitters us alL " "Won't you Idok at me, Dick?" "There is no need to look at you. Your image is engraven on my heart. I can see you at every moment, and shall see you, go where I may." "Nevertheless, look at me; it may soften you a .little. Oh, Dick, 1 don't want this odious money, but 1 do want you. Now I have said it" —flushing crimson—"and you will not, I hope, think badly of me.' 1 "I could never do that. But it is impossible. Do not let us talk about it." His voice breaks a little. '•Then you refuse me?" "Yes, because it is for your own good." "No; because 1 happen to have more money than you possess. Let us have tho truth, at all events. Say that that is really what you mean." "Well, then, yea, me say it. Jt could to my wife for—for "No doubt you Miss Penruddock. things, no matter may be broken by to be sarcastic, but being wretched. "Mine is a just and proper pride," he says. "Oh, very well! Then it is noil worth while, I suppose, to say anything more about it?" "No, indeed," ho sighs. "And you aic quite determined to leave England forovoi', and to go to Now Zealand?" "Quite." "Then," cries she,' "since you insist upon it, 1 shall give this hateful money to a lunatic asylum, and. whether you like it or not, 1 shall go to New Zealand to." "Maud!" says Dick, in his overpowering agitation forgetting hoi' real name. "Yes; I shall. Nothing shall pro- vent me," says Miss Penruddock. And here, wo very much regret to say, she so far forgets herself as to place her arms around his neck, and to burst into tears upon his breast. So for the next few moments at least.Penruddock's trip to tho other side of the world is delayed. He drops his hat and encircling her f'jndly with his arms for a full minute is quite ridiculously happy. Then he checks himself and sighing deeply says, "There must be an end of this. This will never do you know," in a most miserable tone. "Never?" says Hilda, who has quite recovered herself, and in whose blue eyes a malicious twinkle may now be seen. Does not victory lie with her? No wonder, therefore, that she rejoices 1 . "Come over to this sofa," she say9, "and as we must to please you give away our detestable though rather comfortable income, tell me, which do you consider the most deserving of all tho asylums?" At this point Mrs. Neville coming 1 in and..seeing them sitting together on apparently amicable terms, goes up to Dick and kissing him on either cheek, tells him without a word of warning that he is a "dear boy," and as worthy as any one can be of her dearest girl," . and that she is happier' to-day than she has beau for: a very long time, and several other things that are equally pleasant to hear. All Which so overpowers Dick that he has not sufficient courage to. say anything that shall damp her satisfaction, and Hilda carries the day. They have been married now for four weeks and are in Italy, or Egypt, or St. Petersburg, or somewhere.—we really have at the pros- WITH THE HtJMORlSTS CURREfSIf WlttJClSMS FOR PRODUCING LAUCHTfeR. ent moment quite forgotten where. At all events we may safely say that be they where they may they ace two among 1 the very happiest mortals the world contains. THE END. Till He Got M'ork, A. young laijy, lately and happily married, has a literary roan for her husband, who does all of his work at home. Jt is very goo'd work vand pays very well, apd as they are BO newly wedded tn'ey are delighted with tBe opportunities for being almost constaptly together, JLie<?ently they got a new servant, a buxom German girl, who ^proved herself handv, and also eeeined to take a deep interest in the affairs of tJ^e ypung couple, Qf course she saw the husband around the house a gpocl 4eal; but her mistress was not prepared, for the following! «'QgsQUse me, Mi's, B}an.k, but I 1U?§ to say soundings." .•Well, ttenaP" nyou won't bemad by me, alrety?" "Why, what' is it ypw wish to say?! 1 girl brushed, fuwWed, hep aj?r«n ypii,pay jne mQn- "And I cajvVTJay any awe," the, .'at the tteWly Atvlfred Discovered In Africa—Why he Don't Want a Winter Salt—FloUam and Jettatn from the tide. TEPHKN." SAID the colonel, speaking 1 to an old ne- gro who had come to cut the grass in the yard,"I am told that you intend to giro your son a good education." "Dat's -vvhilt I does, sah; I knows \vhut it is terstrilg- gle erlong widout larnln' an' I is 'tefm- ined clat my son shan't travel Var-foot ober the same flint rock road dat 1 did." "A noble resolution, Stephen. There is something beautiful in the unctil- cultivated mind that has a reverence for knowledge. Is your boy learning rapidly?" "Ez fast ez er hoss ken trot, sah. W'y, last week he writ er letter ter his aunt dat libs mo' den twenty miles frum yere, an' after a while he's gwine ter write ter his udder aunt dat liba fifty miles away." "Why doesn't he write to her now?" Oh, he kain't write so fur yit. He ken write twenty miles fust rate, but I tole him not ter write fifty miles till he got stronger wid his pen. But he's gwineter git dar, I tell yon. Won't be rno'n cr year 'fore dat boy ken get down at one eend o' de guberment an' write er letter c'lar ter de udder eend." Old Boys Out on a Tear. The Glasgow, Ky., Times is responsible for this: "Benjamin Franklin was lately whipped for stealing chickens; Thomas Jefferson sent up for vagrancy; James Madison fined for getting drank; Aaron Burr had his eye gouged out in a fight; Zachary Taylor robbed a widow of her spoons; John Wesley was caught breaking into a store; George Washington is on trial for attempted outrage; Andrew Jackson was shot in a negro 'barroom; Martin Luther hung himself on the garden palings while stealing a basket of vegetables, and Napoleon Bonaparte is breaking rock for a $3 fine in New Orleans. What's the matter with the old boys?" Amiability. Mrs. Jinks—If yotii are 66 fond 6f playing poket, why don't you teach me» and spend your evenings at home? Jinks—Um—suppose I should tvin? Mrs. Jinks—I have plenty of money. Sit right down. Mr. Jihks (the ne*t day)—Na man can understand women. They are mysteries. Why, sir, my wife insisted on my playing poker with her last night. Of course I won a pile from her. Well, sir, she paid the money with a Smile on her face—didn't mind it a bit. Caller—Beg pardon, but I am Mr. Houseowner's agent; and have called for the rent. Mr. Jinks—Why don't you go to the house, as usual? I left the rent money there for you a week ago. Caller—I just came from there. Mrs. Jinks said she gave the money to you last night. Mrtny Hands Make Light Work. Tourist (in Utah)—Polygamy is no longer practiced, I am told. Ex-Mormon (dejectedly)—No, and it's a shame. Only one wife! What good is one wife? Just a trial, that's all. "How so?" "Everytiling is at sixes and sevens. Nothing ever done. Buttons off, meals half cooked—everything wrong. In the good old days we had one wife to sew on buttons, another to darn stockings, another to boss the servants, another to do the shopping, and another to attend to the duties of society. A man had some comfort then." Will Work Well. Mrs. Stronginind (a few years hence) —I presume you are glad that your husband has been nominated. Fair Guest—Indeed I am. It's just like old times before we were married. "In what way?" "He knows I have a vote and he's just as devoted as a lover."—New York Weekly. Still in the Swim. Neighbor—How did your daughter's marriage with that foreign count turn out? Mrs. Brickrow—Her last letter from Europe states that he has spent all her money, and she is taking in washing; but, then, I presume she washes only for the nobility. An Up-to-Date Physlchin. Doctor—Dyspepsia is what ails you. Patient—What do you advise? Doctor—Fee the waiters. ALREADY SUPPLIED. says P-enruMook, hastily, Dq anything b.ut speak t9 we in that Jtpn.64 Jt is more thW J pa.n b§a, <, weeks I have beea4?atnto# my yon with cme few Tailor—Don't yer vant er nice vinter suit ter keep yer varm? Mr. Western—No; my wife is going to make it hot for me with a divorce suit,—Siftings. Journalistic Intelligence. Miss Birdie McGinnis, one of the reigning belles of Aiistin, is not a bad looking girl, but intellectually she is subject to a slight discount, At a social gathering she was introduced to a distinguished journalist from San Antonio. ss AHoiy me to introduce you to Mr. Scoop, one of the celebrated newspaper writers of the day," said her friend, "J didn't know they wrote newspapers, AU the newspapers I've seen were printed, "-^-Tejfas Siftings, ««My dear child," said ]the fond father, with » shake Q£ his head, mu.gt POt Jet th,js. craze lor run. to excess. J)PB't yow Jfnpw that the majority of athletes iire very short lives?" ' t'fshavy, nayy," retorted the da.u.g'h* ter, "that48 cmly the men, who. 4o» ? t i take oare; 9f themselves, pallet A "Brtotnfef, do iiowt" asked can't sat that feonest young fftrmer. oa it f6r pafV nigh all Jonrnalistlo Limitations. Schoolmate—It must be lovely to be married to a newspaper man. You get free tickets to all the theaters and operas, don't you? Mrs. Scribbler—'Y-e-s, but we never go, "Why not?" "We haven't anything 1 to wear,"— New York Weeklv, No I?ef orip Likely Now, Little Ethel — Mrs. Nexdoor told mamma that she ought to put her' jel» lies' and preserves & a dark closet. Little' Johnny— That's all right. There's only one dark -closet in this house, and that's the one mamma }«<Jk8 me iu when I'm naughty. Bustle of marrying think iboftt it. to do People talk a lot about they dolt; aftertoafd It is better to fall in tiding than It is not to tfy. In Paris one petaoa in 6lgnteefl II^sS ebnnty. _ _^ Mrs, Louisa Matlock IndigestionTroublsdMe And I was a constant sufferer. 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