The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on February 6, 1895 · Page 7
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 7

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, February 6, 1895
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TMfe , AlttOftA, IOWA, IV,—<Contlntied.) As for hei 4 , albeit not too sentimental <bt imaginative by temperament, a gttteiotts vision, other than the glatic^ ing waves of St. Paul's bay or tl\o Maltese landscape on the homeward fotttc to "Valetta, rose before her. She beheld herself a stately and lovely bride, attired in white satin, Brussels lace veil, and orange blossoms, conducted to the chancel railing: by her father, whete a handsome bridegroom, clad in the uniform of the royal navy, waited to receive her. Six blooming bridesmaids followed her. Were these maidens arrayed in ruby velvet and nuns-veiling, each carrying a basket of chrysanthemums, and wearing a diamond and sapphire bangle, gift of the groom? \Votiid fashion dictate instead dresses of terra cotta, liberty .silk, with cream-colored sashes and hats, pearl brooches, and a bouquet of yellow flowers; or Diroctoire robes of white Ottoman silk and moire, trimmed with heather, and gold bracelets, witli the initials of the happy pair entwined? Miss Symthe had not decided this point, in reverie, when the party reached home. "Come in for tea, Arthur," said Mrs Griffith. "Thanks. I have an engagement ' replied the young man, gaily. CHAPTER V. A KNIGHT OF MALTA. HAT AFTER- noon, Dolores sat beside the broken fountain, and : wrought zealously at her task. She Wielded no fairy distaff, nor traced cunnincrly the film of lace making 1 . Instead, her needle flew among 1 the folds of a gown of soft, pink woolen material, cut by a modest seamstress, and to be sewed by the wearer's own fingers. The little dog Plorio lay coiled up at her feet The heap of rose-tinted draperies marked the boundary between childish neglect and the cares of coquettish maidenhood. She had coaxed her grandfather to give her fresh attire for the springtime, and the old man had abruptly refused the request. Indignant and rebellious, Dolores had taken a gold chain, belonging to her mother, to the Monte di Pieta, pawned the trinket and returned horne in triumph, with the purchase in her arms. When would she wear it? On the first occasion. Jacob Dealtry madg, np comment, if he noticed it at '.all, Now the girl was astonished and amused by her own recklessness in the bold step taken, She glanced about her where all was unchanged, and only she seemed to be undergoing some subtle-- modification pf growth. The fountain, with the wprn urn, ,and basin pf weather-stained marble filled with greenish water, was one of ' the earliest recollections of her child- A clump Pf canes grew on the brink ao,d a gtraggling aquatic plant spread broad leaves on the 'surface pf the water,, pleander, Judas, pepper, 8nd #g trees formed a shade along the boundary, A il plant throve below a broken wall) set with a bprder of bristling Yellow sprays pf euphprbia and mingled with jessamine and -RivHle,',-AU abput the girl blporoed purple, .starve ol vivid color amid the green. A soUtary cypress tree tow« 'lrg d; in a Render shaft above the wall, ' "" a fawHy pf white pigeons now giv* flight above the parapet, and ^lifiived OR the shoulder of 9§; P,? the gwvel pathi in search 0fjee4,' with the familiarity aad PQW.' ' '" --iof houjsehal&pejts.. Thepareot garden was a neglected spot the tangled .growth of shrub and flower had acquired a certain picturesque charm, of untrammeled bloom and fragrance., Jacob De*altry was his own gardener as well as housekeeper; ' and While he watered the trees and plants likely to perish of drouth* he would suffer no pruning nor weeding on his premises. "Let the flowers have their own way," he would reason querulously, as he pottered about with a copper vessel of Water to refresh parched roots. Dolores had strict injunctions to at^ tempt no amateur cultivation, in youthful zeal. She might pluck the flowers to place-in-her hair, and corsage, or gather such rare fruit as decrepit orange, citron, fig, or nespoli yielded to White little teeth, but the stem must be respected. Not that Dolores cared a straw for the prohibition. Indolence made her prefer to dream in the flickering shadow of the leaves, swayed by the warm wind, rather than to hurt her soft fingers pulling up rank weeds. Order and symmetry had few attractions for the girl, whose sunny and buoyant nature had escaped from all endeavors to inculcate chill and formal discipline on the part of the pale sisters of the convent school; as the vines climbed in wayward luxuriance over the wall, spurning the support of nail and lattice, to gain the sweetness and light of upper air. In the memory of Dolores the garden had always been there, tangled and neglected, just as the house remained unchanged. The watch-towers, built under the rule of Martin de Reclin to guard the coast from the sudden invasion of the Turks, and now serving' as signal and telegraphic stations, did not resemble the beacon tenanted by the Dealtries, with its unfinished turret and dilapidated masonry. Wind, sun and storm had swept over and ravaged both trees and habitation. Life had been a kaleidoscope to Dolores, composed of bits of gay color, puzzling patterns and vanishing shapes. Grandfather made few explanations of any sort to her lively, childish intelligence, and tolerated her presence beneath his roof at the best. An old neighbor came at stated intervals to sweep and garnish the narrow interior of -the tower and spread the household linen to dry in the sun, but Dolores was not expected to assist her in any way. Jacob Deal try's prohibition of all manifestations of feminine industry on the part of his grandchild seemed to arise from a distrust of her capacity. "Do not touch anything," he would say; "you will only break and drop my glass." ' 'I have never broken a glass, grand- papa," protested Dolores, with tears of vexation rising to her dark eyes. Then Jacob Dealtry shook his head. Before floating bits of straw on the basin of the fountain—a tiny squadron speedily wrecked by a gold fL-Ta — •the girl's recollections were vague, consisting of perpetual comings and goings, in a fruitless fashion; of glimpses of foreign towns, and of long, wearisome voyages on board of dirty ships. There had been a young man, apparently, her father, who had caressed her and often carried her about on his shoulder. She remembered a pretty mother, with a black lace mantilla over her head, and the fan, vvhish she still treasured in a painted box. A nurse named Pepita, with a dark and smiling face, who wore big gold earrings that swung in the'sunshine to attract baby fingers, was a fainter image. The mother had dwelt here at Malta fpr.spme years, and in dying liad commended her child to the care of the nuns, who had imparted such instruction as she had ever received. The father and the nurse, Pepita, had vanished altogether and never returned, Jacob Dealtry had tolerated the presence of the mptner and child with an unsympathetic resignatipn. Left alone, as an prphan, Dolores was made to understand that the bread of pov' erty wpuld be her portion. Ppverty* did not dismay her, She was not pp- pressed bylPneliness, because she was unused to Qpmpanipnship, She had all the lightheaytedness pf the Andalu- man, amounting to sheer giddiness at times, and a heart f ijll pf enthusiasm, jl8,.yet untajflted; by la£en.t possibilities of cruelty and -revenge, 'She Ipved the gnarled 'trees of the garden and the pigepn,s. She wove ,her own fancies about the sea, visible in the distance, and whispered babbling- secrets to the flowers, until tier- grandfather gave hep the little dQg Florio, phtainedby him in exchange for a mural tablet aud a, cinerary urn. "You must ^sw the cleg- $p sleep in the hall. °hild," said, the old man, *<Theses4aU dogsawabe^ and, bark at ths> slightest goige, 4'lsria will ,•* t" * "*" the MWeare tospQQr to Jjspjit thieves," hate liked togoSsip w ith ftini by .til* hour, to alternately caress and tfeas« him as she did the dog Flofio, but h« lent only an abstracted attention td her words. On two occasions she had seriously angered him. Dolores still trembled, when awakened at fright by the reverberating thunder and piercing flashes of lightning of a storm, as the recollection of her grandfather's face, white, convulsed by passion, the eyes glaring wrathfully, and the very hair bristling ort his head, rose suddenly before her mental vision. The old neighbor, kind of heart and garrulous of tongue, had helped to shape aud dress a primitive doll, successor of the broken toys of infancy. The child liad lavished on this uU^ responsive fetish all the stores of tenderness in her nature, until the fatal day when Dpllyj temporarily neglected, fell from the Window ledge and lay ott the ground hopelessly dismembered in every limb. Dolores wept, gathered up the fragments, and with the aid of a rusty knife, proceeded to dig a grave under the clump of canes Wherein to inter the doll. "What are you about there?" The voice, rough and peremptory, shouted this demand at the startled and astonished little grave digger. At the same moment the child was seized and pushed to a distance, the knife wrenched away from her, and the doll kicked into a ditch. Dolores cowered where she fell, while her grandfather poured forth a flood of threats, reproofs,and invectives, which she only half comprehended, gathering dimly that she was not to injure the plants by digging graves in the garden for broken playthings. How angry grandpapa was! The flashing eyes, the menacing brow, the bitter words wrung from the trembling mouth by agitation, stupefied the child. She crept away to her own chamber, subdued and miserable, and sobbed herself to sleep, with her face buried in the pillow to exclude the image of the old man. Poor Dolores! The gentle and caressing mother, and the smiling nurse Pepita, with their divine and feminine warmth of consolation in healing wounded feelings, were both gone, and she was left alone. The next day Jacob Dealtry presented his grandchild with a new doll, bought in the town. His manner was gentle, even ingratiating, as if he wished to efface from her mind all recollection of the painful incident of the garden. The new doll banished grief. Ou the following day he led her to the convent school, where she remained for several years, with brief intervals of holidays at the old Watcli Tower. The nuns received her on the grade of a pupil of charity, and doubtless imbued with zeal to instruct a child aright, according to their lights, of a heretic stock. Jacob Dealtry held aloof from much intercourse with his own'fellow-countrymen, unless he chanced to meet a party of travelers disposed to buy his archceological wares. He chiefly supported himself by such small.-traffic.. He had never attempted to conciliate those persons of the colony whose interest might have proved an inestimable advantage to his grandchild. He lived at Malta obscure and unknown. Several years ago, Dolores had again incurred her grandfather's wrath, in a similar fashion. She had returned from the convent, and possibly objects which she had never before noticed in their dilapidated abode acquired a fresh interest in her .eyes, even after a temporary absence. Certainly she had never given special heed to the Knight, and yet he had always been there. The sunshine slanted in the door, putting to flight the shadows, and Dolores paused for the first time before the picture. "Who is he?" she demanded, wonderingly. "A Knight of Malta, child," replied her grandfather, hurriedly. The portrait bore evidence of age. The surface was cracked, the painting faded, and yet it was encased in a heavy frame of carved wood. A knightly form was dimly discernible through the clouding obscurity of dust and mildew. He wore a black cloak, with a cowl attached. A white cross, with the eight points corresponding with eight beatitudes, was visible on his left side, A second cross decorated his breast, from which depended the cords of black and white silk, indicating his rank as Knight of the Great Cross; having lived for ten years at Malta, and performed four caravans at sea in the galley of the order. On the frame the lines were carved—• ABOUT THE CAMPMttE feULLfcT THlfcfY YEARS H»3 AGO. HAt An Old Soldier tf ha Ma* Sotti* intat- 6st!ng ineitcii—one MM«tlf ed And i hifr- ty Went Into I,lb1>y PtWoa ifad Camo Out—Battle*—fit for "Great Master of Jerus'Jem's From whence to Rhodes this West irate? little shallow -»w sides, ai$ - -Wftep -and Upep TJS I was afraid, { wpial<J i»f the pet i» *R "Btftt Was driven, but now among the stands," A wooden chair, on which Jacob Dealtry usually sat, massive', angular? and with a higlvwrought back, waa placed below the picture and fastened to the wall, > The JCoight attracted Dolores, Ete seemed to §mile down upon her,from his frame as guardian fcf the hpuse, day she was actuated by house. gr the wifely ?eal and neatness, asired ' aa a pavt of > school diepiplifte oee<| oJ a4i»$ti»g sliowej. Knight, t« pjimbpnthefihaw and Ug,h$y the frame a»d « with §Rppn,,in'JiSM P.I a 4ustgr{ $h,en,, Plug 1 dp,WB» Ftttoaed t)i^ P'yiog * pf, th<i It t Icrcfed Bl* HAt. "That Was the bullet I didn't hear," said Dr. John Gray, whose office is over a clothing store oil West Madison street, according to the Chicago Herald. His visitor was looking at a queer old cap, such as enlisted men used to Wear at the beginning of the war. it had an "F" and a "13" in tarnished brass — the company and regiment to Which the doctor — then a mere hoy, belonged. At the Upper edge of the crown of the cap, right in the side of the tilted top piece, there was a great hole, blackened at the edges, and involving sometaing like an inch of the blue article of dress. ' The doctor had a quiet day, and had fallen into a reminiscent mood between patients. "I got that in the spring of *62," said the doctor, as he looked at the cap and blew the dust from the visor — dust of West Madison street, which lay where the red dust of the peninsula had laid more than thirty years ago. "It was right near Warwick Court House, Va., and we had just broken camp, and were on the way Up the peninsula on the general movement toward Richmond." "What battle?" "Oh, it wasn't any battle at all. It j was just a little picket fight. That was going on all the time. The woods were full of rebel sharpshooters, and we didn't dare venture out of camp or they would pick us off. They had a strong picket line ahead of us all the time, and there was a good deal of firing. Here is a note in the diary I kept at the time." And he pointed to the lines in faded pencil: '•Rebels about eighty or a hundred yards; kept up a constant firing. Bullet went through my cap." "Did you hear it?" "Well, there were so many I couldn't t>ick out any one; but this was the bullet I did not hear. You may be certain of that. When you can hear a bullet, of course it has passed you, and it is harmless as far as you are concerned. You. won't hear the bullet that hits you." "But this didn 1 1 hit you." "No, it only went through my cap. But it knocked me senseless — the concussion, I suppose. It left a queer feeling all day. , I made a note of it here in the diary, because it seemed to me at the time quite an important thing. But 1 came to look at it differently at the end." "Were you ever really wounded?" "Once or twice." "How was it, doctor? How did it feel?" "Oh, it hurt a little. It hit me here, just above the right hip, and traveled clear across my back, lodging in the right side. It was cut out afterward and I have it here. See where it is flattened by striking against the bones as it broke them on its way through." "When was that?" "Oh, three months afterward, during the seven days'- fight. It was in June. You know all about the peninsular campaign, when McClellan moved his whole army up country in the first great advance on Richmond. Well, things didn't go well at all with me. When [ was hit of course it ended my fighting. The enemy came rushing across the field where I lay with the rest of the wounded, and with the dead, for the matter of that. And they were fighting for aJl there was in them, and when the^ saw a yankee that seemed to be too much a'live they ran him through with the bayonet. It may have been cowardly and all that, but they were young to real battle then, and besides they were ;terribly, fearfully in earnest. "And so one of them rammed me right through the breast with his bayonet, As he hurried on he 1 gave the gun a twisting motion — it seemed then to be barbarism, but it may be it was simply his haste — and the bayonet was detached froqi tne gun, and remained sticking in me and through roe down into the sand. " His visitor shuddered. p tl And you lived?" "Yes, rather," replied the doctor, laughing,, Even that seems a small thing now. "Of course my hands were all right, and after the rebels had gone, J managed to work out that bayonet, But it pulled some sand up wfth it, and that was stripped ptt' in the lungs and used tp bother me a good deal, but I guess it is all gon.e now, "We laid th.ere fan days without the slighted attention' from anyone. Of eourgfi • there was no such perftct hospital arrange.went then as_> there w»s later? and we simply had to look out for ourselves Some pf the boys whose legs were gpod managed VP go tp the water w&sfl.'t ft v«ry difficult thiftft to do. And the£ moved us to Richmond. We had things pretty tough for 4 time, and then they put us in t/ibby—130 o£ us. 1 was bfte of five to come out alive. But I didn't walk a Step. They paroled me, and I was taken With the rest, first to Petersburg, and finally around and up the Delaware river t<J Chester, Pa. That was my home state and I got along better there. There they cut out the bullet—after it had been in my back four months. The bayonet wound was entirely healed up by that time, and Without a particle of attention aside from what 1 could give it. "I weighed 250 when I was Wounded, and I weighed ninety pounds when I reached Chester. But mother came to me there and I got along 1 befc ter. 1 don't believe I have looked over these old times before in five years." And the doctor dismissed the matter. But there is a cap and a flattened bullet, and a blood-stained letter, and a quaint old diary to connect this robust and prosperous figure with the wounded lad of thirty years ago. the Colored Soldier. PtfeAStJRB The Colored soldier who foUght for the union "with a halter about his neck," as Frederick Douglass says, has not been forgotten. A movement is on foot in Rochester for the erection of a monument in honor of the colored volunteers of the state of New York. The cost of the memorial is estimated at $7,000, and active work is being done to raise that sum. The project was started by Eureka Lodge, a Masonic organization composed of colored men, and has been taken up by prominent citizens and the local newspapers. Ex-Congressman II. S. Greenleaf has been appointed treasurer of the fund, and subscriptions may be sent to him at No. 100 Court street, Rochester. The bravery of the negro troops in the civil war has received no adequate tribute, and the project of putting up a monument in Rochester is one worthy of support. That city is a peculiarly appropriate place for its erection, since there for many years dwelt Frederick Douglass, so long the unquestioned leader of his people, and there some of his best work was done.—New York Tribune. 1 ho 1st lowu Cavalry. This famous regiment was organized at- Davenport, Iowa, during the months of July, August and September,. 1861, to serve three years. On the expiration of its term of service the original members were mustered out, and the organization, composed of veterans and recruits, retained in service .until Feb. 15, 1806. The colonels of the regiment were: Fitz Henry Warren, promoted to brigadier general, July 16, 1802; James O. Gower, discharged, Aug. 30, 1864: Daniel Anderson, resigned, May S3, 1804, and William Thompson, brevet brigadier, general, in command at time of muster out. The regiment was engaged at Blackwater, Lexington, Warrensburg, Montevallo, Butler, Osceola, Pleasant Hill, Cedar Creek, Prairie Grove, Little Rock, and many other battles. The entire loss was about 300 officers and men. Fifty-eight were killed in action. Governor Tod uact the Applicant. A good thing is told of Governor Tod of Ohio, whose labor in the great work of suppressing the rebellion may be characterized as of the heartiest and most telling character. An old lady between fifty and sixty years of age, entered the governor's omen, and made an effort to induce that personage to exempt her husband from the draft. Mr. Tod looked at her an instant and exclaimed: "Why, the old gentleman is exempt, isn't he?" "Ah, but he ar'n't an old gentleman," and the applicant added, "he's only 35!" "In that case," said the governor, "I cannot do anything for him, "but I'll tell you what I'll do for you; in case he's drafted and gets killed,—I'll marry you myself." This seemed to satisfy the old lady, and she accordingly departed. Battles, Nay, not for place, but for the right, To make thH fair world fairer still— Or- lowly lily of the night, Or sun tppped tower of a hill, Or h(','b or low, or near or far, Or dull or keen, or brl?ht or dim. Op blade of gross or brightest star- All, all are but the same to him. O pitv of the strife for place! O pity of the strife for power! How sovrred, how marred a mountain's face! How fair the face of a flower! The blade of grass beneath your feet The bravest sword—aye, braver far To do niU die in mute defeat Than bravest ponquerop of wars When I am dead, say this, but this: cruspel at no man's blade or Shield, Or b inner bore. bu$ helmetles?, Alone, unknown, he held, the tteld- He held the field, wHh saber drawn, Where God bad set him t» ,the flght; He held fhe field, fou?h,t 90 ft«4 PB. • ' fell, aghtmx for the rUht!" Slit* thotfMtiii Wittefi Aftftfrtttf. Mot Spriftgfs, Arkansas, located to tfce heart of the Osarks, statadd td'-^fcf Mthout a rival, because at fio fdacte in th6 known world caa diseases be effectually cured or benefited. Thousands upon thousands fcetttally been considered by the most eminent physicians throughout land beyond recovery have, by the of these celebrated waters, taken ofl a new lease of life; hundreds have eorfcft here as a last resort, with little hope of expectation of being benefited* •who have actually gone away cured, as strong and robust as at any time in. their palmiest days. These waters have attained a fepft- tation extending to every land, and it is safe to say that over sixty thousaiid health and pleasure seekers visit here every year. The hotel accommodations of Hot Springs are equal to those> of any resort in America, the Park hotel being the first in point of excellence. This truly magnificent structure is a monument of beauty and solidity, No) building in the south is better or more substantially built. It is located out of the shadows of the mountains and in a continuous bath of sunshine. It embraces eight acres of land, with a grove of forest trees, and is beautifully laid out into lawns, flower beds, trees* .shrubbery, driveways, artificial lakes and ornamental fountains. It is also provided with croquet and lawn tennis grass plats, swings, dancing and musio pavilion, and a bowling alley. The hotel will accommodate over 400 guests. It cost half a million, and is a giant of commodious quarters and .luxurious equipment. It has 300 Bunny rooms, each artistically frescoed by hand and equipped with cheerful furnishings; it is strictly first class in every department. The internal construction embraces all the conveniences of the most modern hotels. The rooms are large and each one provided with roomy closets, having an electric light, and many of them having a private bath room and closet connected. The hotel lobby and corridors are floored with handsome tile work and beautifully wainscoted in marble. These connect with the iron porches which encircle the house, affording a wide promenade 1,200 feet long, giving sunshine and shade every hour of the day. Connecting with the hotel are two fireproof buildings—one for the bath house, the other for the kitchen, pantry and laundry—each separate from the other, and both separate from the hotel. One of the crowning features of tha Park hotel is its bath house, constructed of material that precludes the possibility of musty or other disagreeable odors. It is built entirely of brick, marble and tile work—and besides having tlie regular hot baths is provided with Turkish, German needle, massage and electric baths. But still more important to invalids is the fact of its being supplied by the most celebrated of the numei'ous hot springs ol the place, the water is confined by an air tight tank at the natural outlet oj this spring, and conducted by closed pipes direct to the bath, thus preserving all its curative properties until used, a feature that is duly appreciated by those whe know and understand- this advantage. The manager, Mr. R. E. Jackson, is untiring in his efforts to make the hotel home like in every possible way, and one is at once impressed with the idea that it is being conducted more to the interest of its patrons than for the stockholders. Those who contemplate visiting Hot Springs can communicate with Mr. Jackson, who will promptly furnish all information desired. the through the and £ouw$ But it a maQ'WJj$} ' they brought drink f u,s, And they went haversacks, of the dead fpr us to eat, hard tea days fqp 'J WQYP, after all A Sleep Secret. A physician in speaking of the various methods of inducing sloep, said: "I've tried them all—putting a cold towel pn the head, battling the feet in hot water, CP anting up to 1,000> drinking a glass of milk t and so on, and the best thing I ever fpund was simply this. When I have worked * all evening and find myself at bedtime in a state of nervousness' or/ mental activity, I go to bed and plac^ my right hand directly over the pit of the stpmach, Whether it is the , animal warmth of the hand acting on the stpmaqh and drawing the circular tion from the head, or some nor-vpus sictjpn, J can't say, but I know that I fall asleep in 8 few minutes. I believe that in a large majority pf the cases of sleeplessness this simple rem» edy will prove, effective, I have' recpmmended it to many patient? they report iwrprising- surpass, Chipagp Record, ' Ttt (Pep A young British soldier was conducting a party frpm the United States over the eit^c)el at Quebec, member pf the party was a small e f mm, swi to her the young most of his atta&tipn, \p§ a iauey ehild, full 9! en- gssed, vntb th§ earnest UrJtPn »B« Hi* Silk No orthodox, respectable would ever drew of going $9 < on Sunday in a straw feat w a Tall sill? tile, s »r§\de ever sjooe, that dress came into, gi&uing of the ways heen a pFQk>ip sj pose, e| it in the ffliQsteo. aer during divine ser.yio.g, '<jf it OR tfce, floor- beoeatlj tfee'ii'pfct it" ff covered with djist," w ^ '*'* L! - ->--OR t h § seat it i? Ufcply tp to the 3 iff

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