The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on January 2, 1895 · Page 2
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 2

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, January 2, 1895
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e, old te&r, Wo waffc ft« Hrote tfc 1 catch the sweethess of thy JutMt sjjfr. downed With tellow **a ft6 fttld withered heather* . 1 Sec thefe stand beneath this sky. Hete ift the dim Ijght o* ft We part in smiles, and Wtttchffihe chilly dawn, 1 Well femem- 1 tlXht thee saddest born of ail the years. 1 knew not then what precious gifts were tJ ntofe mist that veiled thy path t kneW°not Si fhen what Joy would come old Mem Sfc at tftfe sound of »ia votee To bright. onlv closing hours divinely clouds unbroken, no "j?o tell m& that the flgaiti, O dear old year, 1 wronged a father's ; : trust him with ntf load of I Btumwi on in weariness nnd blindness. Am? lot He blessed me with an answered prayer. Good-bye, kind year, we walk no more Bu^her^fn'nttiet happiness we part; And from thy wreath of faded fern and I taWome sprays and wear them on my heart. _ _ A NEW "YEAR'S WEDDING, Old Jlafferly I'lnys nn Important •H.,le in a Conspiracy. UBBLE was booming, and it was Christmas Eve in Bubble. The certainty of the former accentuated the pleasure of the latter fact. The crops had been good, and the festival meant cheer, abundance and comparative content. So the farmers who jogged iu on or jolted behind their heavy-hoofed horses admitted the leading statement with a supremely satisfied conviction that other towns were not booming as was Bubble and an absolute indifference to the probability of its being Christmas eve elsewhere. A delicious dav it was, too, although not the typical winter, one which imagination invariable associates with the clear old feast. There was no snow; the air was crisp, keen in its frosty sweetness, exhilarating as wine; by a sky of subdued yet- intense blue was the billowing prairie domed and bounded; against that serene and perfect background fields of rifled but uuriven corn flung out their tattered, tawny banners; the winding, brownish roads rang like steel to every passing sound; along those desolate country ways the sumac shrank in blasted beauty, and skeleton sunflowers reared aloft the bare, brown hearts from which had fallen long ago the disks of gold. But the old man, who, mounted on the front seat of a ponderous, creaking farm wagon, drove over the hill and down the one new, ugly, bustling street which boasted the business, the barter and the commercial enterprise of Bubble, thought not at all of his surroundings, not even of the clay. He did not stop at either general store, at the tin shop, at the saloon or the drug store. With an occasional nod to familiar faces he steered his team straight down the street, past the pretentious hotel, the gaping livery barn, the big, bleak lumber yard, and drew up beside the platform of the. railroad depot. "Whoa-ah, thar! Train most due, TomV Hope 'tis. Oi've a sort of a niece nboard—me cousin Moike's child. Did j j know that?" The station agent's assistant smiled back at him. Did he know that'.' Who did not know that old Kafferty had pome months ago sent money to Ireland to bring out a young relative of his. A queer character, old Rafferty. Seventeen years of his life had been passed ns a sailor. He claimed to be one of the survivors of the battle between the • Merrimac and the Cumberland, and that it was ho who fired the last shot ou board the latter vessel, when, with colors still bravely flying, sunk beneath the waves. Dearly did he love to tell of the affair, particularly of the part which concerned himself, of the three hours spent under the water before res : cue was effected. At the close of the •tyar he took up "a claim" In Nebraska, and by slow degrees, iu loneliness and privation, had accumulated not a little wealth. Out of perilousness he had seen peace come. A friendly and familiar flgure was he to all. Somehow people ' always smiled at old Rafferty—cordially, too. There was a comical kind of 'fascination in the face visible between the shabby felt hat an£ the huge "oorn- Withoilt ftligtltiflg" tie slodfjeil ^Svef tfag side 1 of file Wfifoa tthd eMefided 4 big blM-iaitteaed Haiad. • ' "(Mad to se'e ye. WilHanVs cflfain' down -to a dance td-aight fie'ii fetch yer bo*. Jump tip!" <4 TTie trala tfembleti, scfredtttcd, pulled out and went swinging westward. The agent, carrying his book aad espress packages, returned to the office. A boy swung the solitary mall bag oa his shoulder and sauntered off. Casting half-curious, half-stolid glances at the newcomer the Usual crowd of depot loungers wilted away, ouiy the<dray- man loading "store-truck" remained.. And old Rafferty, with Hanna perched up beside him, headed the horses for hoirie. : "An 1 how did ye lave all the friends in Coolathogle, Hannah Is father O'ifly'aa still parish priest? t>ead! An' Tom Grady? A noice little bye Tom was— must .be most a man ttoW. .What! married—an' ten chtldther! Bless me, Han- ha! An* the Mtirphys—how's the Murphys, Hanna V" They were beyond the crush of country vehicles. The horses were slowly pounding their way up the hill, which might be the botindrj* line of tho world, the jumptng-off place into infinite space ff# all save sky sho could sec over its sweeping curve. A rabbit scudded across the road and away through tho short dun grass, From the creek below came the cheerful chirp of a quail. "All well, sor—the Murphys, the Moraus, the Sheehys—" "Hanna!" Something of shrinking camo into Hanna's fresh young face, but, she turned to him wholly questioning and innocent. [ llfl'^v JAW*U«w*A-. *»*»v» ***»••" '' expiararagy -now ,PKJ-""8i A "?^H!s5Hi "SS: wmt m a>..-ijj.i,::*,.*., ***»- *tiL-,j» ii.'jfiifc*' Wi - Kimf&tim "Sor?" "Hauua," and his voice was appallingly stern, almost threatening, "nivcr let me hear ye mention them individuals again —niver! The Sheehys air the natheral- born enemies of our fambly. Me fraudmother told me the coolness began ,u ine nre ituu v.i»»cn<*j «>»«• wjs A reaJid ytrtmg fi|ti«ttMff! i^lfe* > ifciJot'SiMs**'*? f^i^ftl'bltid tbttf bf a ,„ ef scfltf< „- Stfalghtlf MW. f foin a full, ffei face, a face With thick brilliant 'eyes, hint ft' tttfte tob large, held ^ r .._ and waS UUite t ttiitthful fiftd "S'positf you take ttftttha *« *h§ dai Williahl?" suggested Ml*9. Haflett^.- '•Caa'tl'* (more curtly thfia coUttebtta- ly) "I'm engaged," dhd he caftied Ms fine, erect, handsPme yoUUg Self boolljr away. His father followed him/ out. The doof i'efnttlhed njaft "Wllliatn, Why can't ye take he?* °"Her!" ia calm soota, "td a daace ia Bubble! Why, she flia't got gloves —nor ao style to lier^a freckle*faced little tiling whose words curl up at .the eUd like a shoat's tail—no, Sir!" Th6 WOtttea Withla heal'd. Hahfta cHUl« soned. i "Don't mind, dear, Set dowa AM drink this tea. And ttoW, Pat, ask Hanna if the boy obeyed you when he' was in Coolathogle." v-«*»««i "I want to know, Hanaa, did William see Sarah Sheehy's daughter rnUch When he was home?" "His father told him if lie spoke to one of them he'd leave the farm, Which we homesteaded before tlie Indians were out of Nebraska, 'to some one else." Should she tell? How he had spokon of her! Why not? • "Ho wasn't ever away from young Sarah Sheehy while he was in Cool- athogle!" she answered, deliberately. "Ah, now!" "The young desavcr! "He's engaged to her." ' .' "What!" .<!•'. "He's a-going to go home next summer and marry her." "NEVER!" Old Rafferty leaped to his feet. His wife sank weakly into a chair. l *^fWMtt^V»iS^ f \\\*sj^jim'. tttftljB i I psJAAMJUVi.**! vsuuif? Dill TUG •»,—•—— v — of thelf IftMcfcS, etfif sltiattfdl* still ofl, this is wtjtfav^WteHl will is law "" frmitf nefytft&Nlytra* „„ Ity s tfSffl ytnif decisijKt,i fi» ttjBpSftlS/ fevefy llflt^'iS _,, _ ,Hg. ¥bU are se^SiafS iadeed,-' *«Ko» w§ SfS boadmeti df iheedia* maaagetaV' was the bltitf did eaptaln's t&pl$> "We a*e ufidef bb* ligatlbas to make fast fua§, yet new te take aay risks, It-is ad bage 1 ? possible 1 fof the- capisitt bf a -•-»-«—- • ; '^^m% [HOCRjHfc GftiUGHTS MiR-HW WITH lofc iri A MELTING THt LANDING Itf CHAMBER, 6(WfM GIRCS PA ST80D ?VfeLi£D Ht TO Trie TWAIN ," |T GOlH&OH Ti^ROuGrt AMffTHOl YiAR?" 6|RL!R.tPUED, ONLY ... GRIN] |OLDY£AI\ OOT ,. at the battle of Cloutarf. Our auces- thors were rival kings, I bleevo. However, the feud grew downwards, Tim Sheehy's father's bull thrampled down my father's wheat; an' my father had the trespasser lined at the assizes. Then there Avas Tim an' me, I beat Tim at hurlin', an' whatlver does he do but go an' marry Sarah Connolly, a foiner girrul ye couldn't foind in tho three parishes— good enough fur his betthers. Don't you talk of the Sheehy's to me, Hanua— don't!" Hanna didn't. Her full red lips were set in a stubborn line, but her eyes, genuine blue-gray Irish eyes they were, blazed with mutinous indignation. West- a"d, past tlie bars now Methodist church, tho square solemn school house, a couple of little box-like houses, then they were out of the town proper and driving directly northward. When they crossed a small bridge, and turning to the right pas-ed between two lobming haystacks into a great shadowy farnv yard, it was already evening, A wind, the sudden chill, sharp wid which fol* lows sunset in Nebraska,' had sprung up. Fading into fathomless gray was the one bar of dull rose which streaked the Western sky, And overhead a sjl- yep mooB, <%ay out thero like ft sickle for his hand Who cometh down at last tp reap the <world," In the 'cprnfortable fire-lit, lump-lit jatohen- Mrs, Rafferty awaited thero, She was an American, a little, wn, wMte-f aoefl old w»mn» clad in me inevitable pytot wrapper pf the Western housekeeper, A bilsfe guiol?, weary, gooa-beavted Jlttte BQJrt, worn 9Ut as are mpst American women by fiver* work, buroefl out by pvev anxiety to dp more an<| better,' to A'queer, hard look came into the O lrl's face. She did not hesitate, ;hough. She put her hand in her pock- t and drew out a letter. • "Sarah, Sheehy gave me this to give William," she said. "Hand it here!" roared old Rafferty. He was fairly, furious, stamping, foaming, ''A fit descindint she of Tim Sheehy—thryin' to invelghle my son into marryin' her. Hand it here!" He snatched the letter from her, She sat there white indeed, with panting breast and glistening eyes, while old Rafferty and'his wife perused the brief but loving epistle. When they had finished they turned to Hanna. Both were trembling with excitement—act' ually speechless. But suddenly old Rafferty jumped up and went spinning around the kitchen like one possessed, "I have it!" he roared. "O, Ellen Jane, o, I have it! we'll make him mar*, ry Hanna—faith we will!" The blood came back with a rush to the girl's face, She hall rose; "0, no, sor; 0, no! 1 ' "He must," still keeping up Ms Iran- tic dance of delight, "Ye must m,ake him, Hanna. Ye'll have the ftirra one of these days, »»' ye!114ive Uer$ wl$j, the old woman an' me, ft»'i we'll $ww ttjie SUeeliys they can't pome'any of fyeir tbrloks over the Raffertys-^Qj fey Gpoi'ge WasWoston. an' tiie, baB§&ee oj tjie 0' Koui'kegJ We'll' sftpw 'em, H^JJ. na! jfe married pn Twelfth Pay- ¥e» an' Will ostt 4rive up to Father Klsbft* " " |? at Helton, a.R''be by SUP* >er. Np,t a- wurya, Ha»»a; we'U shojir ._ Imt tic. yer name though you air married." Oh, yes, she has!" Will's voice had a peculiar ring. A silence fell on the gay clamor. Blankly old Rafferty regarded his son and hp. Was that the dismal and frowning young fellow who had driven off this morning; that erect, laughing, glowing- checked young mail? And was that forlorn and frightened and protesting Hanna? That lovdy, smiling, crying, blushing, altogether happy and., winsome little cveaturc. . ' "Wh-a-ht do ye mea,a, William? "Oh, jest that she did change her name—that's all! She was Sarah Shochy, now she's Sarah Rnfft-rty! "William!" • "What!" . . But Will put his arm around his pretty wife and bravely held his ground. "Wo fell iu lave. with each, .other when I was on'the-trip to Ireland. I knew you wouldn't hear of my marrying her, so wo planned I'd get mother to send home for Uncle Mike's Hnnna, and she, who was a great frieiu. ol Sarah's, would let Sarah come to her place. And we thought we'd wait till you and mother had learned to love her and then tell you the truth and ask you to bless our marriage. But, Avith a burst of irrepressible laughter, "you wouldn't let us wait." "But, William," faintly nnd bewil- dcredly broke in his mother, "you said an' she heard- an' she said—" Rmgingly he laughed again. Of course we did. That was the plan. Fattier!" he hold out his hand. The old man, mute, uild-eyed, dismayed, looked at it in hesitation. "But—but," he faltered, "she is Tim Sheehy's ,choild, an' Tim lie went an' married Sarah Connolly—" '"Well," sharply cried Mrs. Rafferty senior, so sharply old Rafferty jumped, "what difference did that make to you —eh?" "O, none—none at all, Ellen Jane!" Fiercely he grasped his son's hand, fervently he shook it. "I—I hardly knew Sarah Connollj—just by sight, EUen Jane—O, 110, that made no difference at all—O my, no!" And then he kissed the bride, and lauglled, and wiped his eyes, and told the neighbors to draw in to supper, and insisted on hugging Ellen Jane on the sly till she smiled back at him. "May be," she said to him when they were a moment alone, "may be you didn't bear that man a grudge on account of that Connolly gl.l; and may be you only knowed her by sight, but ain't it 'a kind o' queer that Will's wife is as like your cousin Mary as a young *cot> tonwood is like an old cottonwood!" Old Rafferty looked at her. Then he scratched his head. He looked at her again, and cogitated awhile. Then he chuckled and smiled—and smiled. "Begorra!" he said,—Kate M. Oleary, in Chigago Tribune, ' Qf pw-ple, re4 an4 yellow ja&rewi wUov on «rce with THE NEW YEAR. Should Stwrt Out Wltji tjio Intention ol JUaUiwt? It ft Hwppy One, Every one of our actions finds its-re- reflection in the life of some one else, No matter hPW humble may'be our surroundings, we have an influence on some other life, Individual good cneep means general happiness, ,K we are bright we brighten our neighbor; tlie neighbor is an emissary tP tiie, cpmniu* nity, an4 tfte community, J 0 turn, tP the great wpvld at large, Thus in tfce year before us we have it pVetty mucfc to our own Uaoasi Na* fional advantages aye auw we p»iy<supply the individual-/ The past ia valuable gniy to IS/' Whatever tjt§ past ygw way m,ean| to'ypp jpalse, it dead-bis But let tU§, ~ " " "" Witb a big, yeap ba m.$ last ?ua adi?dssi AtlaaticV' he eaatiaued, wafmiag up) «'l had bad „ . ae'arly ail the way, Whea the wiad was abt blowing a gale the?e wa§ dease fog, aad I dida^t date td fua at full speed, The ship Was tliMy'six hours behind time in teachiag NeW York," The captaia and the passeager were intimate friends aad_ talked without restraint, • "I went to the main office,*' the captain continued, "and was received coldly by the manager, He told me that I had made a very poor run, I tried to explain how bad. the weather 'had been, but ho listened impatiently, He reminded me that other < ships leaving England on the Same day had arrived much earlier, although they must have had similar weather. He •&aid that the day of cautious, bid- fashioned captains had gone by. The •reputation of a ship for speed must be maintained,- and captains must be brisk and wide-awake, or their use-' fulness would be at an end. "You may have noticed," the captain added after, a pause, "that we have been running 1 at full speed all day in a heavy, fog. Your king has been profiting by the reprimand which he received, and he hasn't known a comfortable moment until the fog lifted an hour ago. , , "So you see that the kings of the oea aro tho managers' bondsmen. If they are cautious and avoid risks, they are considered sleepy and slow. If they are venturesome and the ship goes wrong, then they are condemned as foolhardy. That's the tyranny of the sea, even if we aro kings on deck." HALF-CENT COINS DEMAND'ED A Boston Writer Thinks Tlioy Should Once More Be Put In Circulation. Some of tho conservatives and the long-headed are saying that this government ought to resume the coinage of the half-cent, dropped in 1857, as an approach to the much smaller coins of France, Germany, Italy—-in^ fact, all European countries. "A shrewd Boston manufacturer the other day remarked to a Transcript reporter that at present he regarded the South as the most prosperous part of tlie country, simply because She was living within her means and paying her debts promptly in cash, or its equivalent," paper legal tender. At the North, he said, all our present financial misery is caused by our people's extravagant standards, their feverish speculating life and living beyond their means. In the West it is the same. In San Francisco copper is scorned; car conductors refuse it, or used to. There, as well as in New Orleans, nothing is done for less than a «'nickel." In Philadelphia a boy will'scarcely black your boots , for less ' than .. twp nickels. In Vicksburg the planners, used, contemptuously to throw coppers on the floor or ground; even the negroes x*efused to pick them up- But if the wild war extravagance r is ?to cease, if we are going, to practice some of the small -/economies; of, life (which are -really the .snaali vjriues), then it follows-ras the night the day—; we must no longer scorn ,'fhe,' cent' pr t half-cent, A thousand'- tim>s'a.;'year' _.j.. w ftW*J3Hggtifl Mae, " Itoer^SspittiftleS SaWapHriiia hi shall continue «supeRip^uT^iOM^e^jp . -C' ^ . . ;'^&8& Has justly acquired thejfeputaftof ^The- AN INCOMPARABLE; ftj-iiucni^j GROWTH and PROTECTION oMNt/j "^"^ A~l JL .- ^ . i • 17^;—}'*; A superior nutritive in, contWue^ And a reliable remedlaliagj in all gastric and enteric >'dlf often in instances -* of ;consult|tlr patients whose digestive orgattst duced to such a low and .sensitive'- that the IMPERIAL; o^A|| .the only, npurishment.miej would tolerate,^hen^Ugg depending ,on its v retmtipiUja| And as a FOOD it- would;be|dl| conceive pf anything jtnprer* 1 ^ r"k ¥1 "l iVl /^ T ^ "* " **•* • *••* • Sold by DRyUUr , JOHN CARLE , I suffered teTribly>fiyjfn I roaring in my JieAd'dur- 1 ing an ccttaclcofcatarrjif] and became ' uer 2/,% cr ^; i 'L fe ,. used Ely's Cream Bo|r|»'K| and in three weeks couldtijiL^^ hear as, well as ever.-^i'/HHRrfss ft. Newman, QrayUna Ml^fH^^Se* ttm . stores the able. Into each nostrlU BEOTHEBS, 1 ... il ii .'"" ,i t r.t. , H•••'•'*tfVa •;• tvy">'f< n ., sM^V&R > * , ^ 11>\ i ' * '>• 3V ^rtf 1 ; fi£3 ir ' slw '1i8 "S^ols.-^ch^i^l onoefor.Gou^urM^ , -, 6tf! f^W&'&WfflA ' ^'K'^^l^M^ ' < NEVER^FAIlJe ;•' Svyans.on But tb,ese newsboy^' tn§ • bid '^'9$k- ( Q|"' ! ';|HP/' /Jwlj; ''" i .•!•,';«','' i>j^j "• ( 'V5l:^ 'yjhJ^T U« so» iU§ «W§t tJ^I«""

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