The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on February 13, 1895 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, February 13, 1895
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ttlplffettCAtf, AtGOSTA, tOWA, WEDNESDAY; 13, _HB5. v OHAt*f Kit VI, A lifiBO IN Oil,. She was diverted front her conjee- litres by n heavy sigh, which resembled 'A groan,<behind; her. Dolores turned her head quickly* and discovered her grandfather leaning against the door* way, watching her movements in an attitude so rigid and threatening, in a frozen immobility, that she might have believed him stricken with paralysis had he not remained in an upright posture. "What is the matter, grandpapa?" she cried in alarm. The sound of her voice seemed to loosen the bonds of a spell, the silence imposed by sheer impotent rage on the "'oenumbed 1 faculties of'the' old man. He moved his right hand feebly and mechanically, his pale features worked, and his pallid lips twisted awry as if by a spasm of pain, re covered the power of speech sufficiently to articulate in agitated tones— "You—you jade? What are you doing there?" "1 was only dusting the portrait, grandpapa," she replied, relieved to notice the change in him. "I will teach you, idle hussy t to meddle with, "continued the old man, a violent nervous tremor pervading his frame, while his eyes rolled in their sockets and flashed ominously. "How often am I to warn you not to touch my things? You bave no right to be here, at all. What are you but a " beggar's brat? I—I—have a mind to drive you off altogether. Go, beg y,our bread of strangers! You are not wanted here." . . He seized her arm, and left -the imprint of his claw-like fingers in a bruise > on the soft arid shrinking flesh. .- Dolores recbiled, with terrified eyes, ^and a deep flush of Shame and anger ••mounting to her^cheeks. She was bewildered and astonished. The act of cleaning the portrait seemed so slight . an offense that she was amazed at the > ""anger aroused. If she had not fully ^understood the torrent of reproach which had gathered in volume on the lips of her grandfather on the former occasion, when she had attempted to ' bury a broken doll in the garden, his bitter invectives now reached her mind with a keen force of comprehension, wounding deeply her heart. \ - The excitement and wrath of Jacob Dealtry did not abate during the en. -ctire day. -The most 'trifling incident t would arouse a fresh paroxysm of rage, and he would walk away from his granddaughter as if in the fear of such propinquity with the object of his displeasure as might lead him to some act of violence. • Dolores had trembled and wept at first, troubled by such manifest injustice, as well as frightened by the expression of her grandfather's Countenance. Gradually her tears were dried in the fever of sullen rebellion; us, in the depths of her soul, the seething passions, prone to swift action, of her southern temperament became aroused, The slow hours were torture ' to her irritated nerves, and each new attack of Jacob Dealtry, harping ever on the same chord of his grievances, himself j while an expression of startled apprehension swept over his features. Dolores nodded her head energetically, enjoying this unforeseen* triumph. Evidently her chance threat, actuated by childish spite, had intimidated her relative. „ "They will'mob you," she continued. "Who?" "Oh, the good, kind people." < "Husht" "T^iey will tear the garden all to shreds and destroy everything.!' The threat Was her defiance of exhausted patience, of overwrought emotions. The tragic woe of the pictured destruction of the Watch .Tower suited her-mood. Jacob Dealtry uttered an unsteady laugh, and then his voice assumed whining inflection. "You would not set the populace against me, child? There are always wretches that delight to hound anc worry a poor old man. Yoii shall return to the convent and become a nun if you like. We must speak of i later." i Dolores made no response, bu sought her own chamber, supperless with nostril dilated and head thrown back. She was aroused from her first slum bers by hearing her grandfather inser a kej' in the lock of her door and turn it, thus making oif her a prisoner. He feared she might i'un away to th town and set the populace against him, then. She fell asleep once more, with a smile on her lips. The following morning Jacob Dealtry was mild and ingratiating in manner. Evidently his anger had spent its force over night. Dolores was sulky and . heavy-eyed. At breakfast the old man insinuated that she might return to the convent if she wished to do so. The girl pouted at his alacrity to get rid of her companionship. She beheld herself a nun, with a flowing robe and a veil, investing the placid image with all the fervor of a youthful imagination. The next moment fright seized her at the thought of the prison bars of restraint imposed on her wayward humors and impatient spirit by dedication to the cloister. "Not yet, grandpapa," sbe said, appealingly. "Let us wait awhile before we decide. Besides," she added, with soft feminine reproachfulness. "there would be no one to take care of you in case of illness if I left you." "To take care of me?" repeated the grandfather in shrill accents. "Tut! I need no care or company. Suit yourself, girl." A warm color mounted to the temples of Dolores, and sudden tears dimmed her eyes. Her glance strayed to ''the garden, and then reverted to the picture of the Knight in the entrance hall of their dwelling. "Do not leave us!" the pomegran- ate'and orange trees seemed to whisper, swaying in the light breeze. "Do not leave us!" sighed the flowers, each unfolding bud of rose and jessamine wafting their fragrance to her senses. "Depart if you dare, foolish child!" said the" Knight of Malta in the picture, a threatening shape in the shadow. "I am not sure that I would like to become a religious recluse," the full red lips of the girl murmured, half ruefully. Unconscious of these subtle influ- 'ences at work on the nature of his granddaughter, Jacob Deal try pointed to the picture with the intent of disparaging its merits. "Rubbish! Mere rubbish as a painting, y ou understand," was his contemptuous" comment. "Hike it," said the girl slowly, . "Give it to me and I will hang it in my room." ..."Nonsense!" he retorted, regard- ,jng her with furtive uneasiness, "What put that idea in your head? Do not touch the picture again. I forbid it. Ha! Carry the Knight away to your room, indeed!" "Grandpapa, 4o you believe that he built our tower?" "Pooh! No." "Perhaps he 4i4, you know. He may be please4 to shelter us here,"or very angry with us for the intrusion, It is like that with ghosts who have b,urie_4 treasures, for example, I hear4 the Sister Scolastica once tell- if6 after all? Peffeaps "the fiddle ef he painful earth" flashed through her being for the first time. As every . maiden, ifl all social conditions, be- WHAT holds in a swift and darling glimpse AND ,he vision of fleeting pleasures not id be her portSoii, and the brave knights riding a,way two and tivo, the fountain's basiti may have served as the crystal mirror of the Lady of Shalott .o Dolores, giving back, as yet, the blue sky above. To be young was to resemble herself. To be old was to be ike grandfather. She shuddered slightly, and turned aside, with a gesture of repulsion. Perhaps it would be better never to grow old. That night the girl drifted softly away to dreamland. Between shifting shadow and rippling light, other than that of the moon, she beheld a radiant shape approach her door and pause on the threshold. The accompanying footstep, which had echoed on her heart and smitten sharply her brain, had been clear and ringing with a vibrating, musical sound, unlike the dull, shuffling movements of grandfather around the house at all hours. Woven of the tissue of pure fantasy was her sleeping thought, mingled with the teachings of saintly lives in the convent, school. Not the angelic presence of St. Ursula this, bui the Knight of Malta, terrible, beattti' ful, awe-inspiring, his cross glittering with a phosphorescent ray, and his drawn sword sparkling as the waves of the Mediterranean gleam in breaking on the shores of the island in the midnight hour of summer. Spurning the clogging film of the obscuring years in the portrait, he revealed himself to her in his pristine strength oJ noble and chivalrous manhood, and the soul of Dolores-itrembled in her breast. He seemed to address her in a tongue that reached her senses like the murmur of a sea shell, or the soughing oi the wind through the trees. After that, Jacob Dealtry brough.1 the tiny dog Florio to the delighted Dolores. Her happy and careless temperament cast off the first somber impression of the incident. She did nol forget the Knight, she even entered into a secret alliance with the picture, unknown to her grandfather. She nd longer whispered to the pigeons ami the flowers, but questioned the din portrait a.nd wove histories about the career of the hero; muttered poems, vague, confused,' and fleeting as the rainbow spanning a dissolving storm- cloud. She artfully led her grandfather to converse about the history ol the island. Jacob Dealtry was a well- informed man in many respects, and he spoke occasionally, in connection with some relic of stone, pottery, oi glass discovered by him, of the rule oi Count Koger of Sicily, the institution of the Order of St, John of Jerusalem, the first crusade. -He repeopled thai rock of' soft sandstone calico Tufa, known as Malta, with generations of earlier inhabitants, until the coming of the knights to hold the citadel against the Tur'tc. The little maid at his elbow listened demurely, and the old .man may have experienced some transient sentiment of gratification in the awakening intelligence oi his granddaughter. He was ignorant that Dolores, bridging time and space with fancy's airy bow, linked each glorious deed with the original of +lie port)'ait. Nay, she actually became the heroine oi thrilling adventures, in which, about to-be swept away by an invading hosl of bold and brutal Corsairs, the Knighl Templar rushed to her rescue, and drove off her assailants with prodigious valor. These idle reveries resolved themselves from roseate mirage into a solid conviction in the mind of the girl. The Knight had built their Watch- Tower and protected them in humble poverty, a feeble old man and an ig norant child, within his precincts. Ht still kept guard about the crumbling beacon at night. When the sea was rising', with a monotonous beating or the strand heralding, an approaching •tempest, Dolores fancied she heard his footste'p of a sentinel coming' and going beyond the boundary wall. To-day, Dolores lost herself in pleasant dreams, as she worked on the pinli dress. "To render it sweet and sacred, the heart must have a little garden oi its own, with its umbrage and fountains and perennial flowers; a careless company!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) MATRONS AND MAIDS. I MORE HAVE DONE MAY t>d. Suggestions tor Icing Cuke SncceMfnlly —A libi* WhUt JPa*ty—f«*c6-^l > hli Approach to Hoops—Toothsome t)Uhcs YOU! flame ^ of -resentment . .they •*»*' at the evening " , *'»! Qtt flsjwnre »»; supper, ungrateful hUV^t come glong to the taple.r umble4th,e,plf man, ' . f i ",}Qfe§ pa.HS.e4, erect,, wjth l»4 quivering nostrils. 'A* wake iB ' I will g» JSVate yea! t9 - - Then ikoi* wfeQ, m "How you run on. with your wow tongue,"interrupted the.old man, "yvben I MS»id tbft ''the •poor tr'ash it 1 was/between ourselves. Some fool may' t»kg a, fancy toitand^pay agoo4"roun4 sum for an ancient portrait of a Knight pf Malta, artist &,»4 4at9 unknown." The isobUe features of Dolores ag' .quired a scornful expression, and she replied with that wisture pf audacity a»4 tijni4ity which ha4 teri?ie4 bey ijjterpourge -with. -.'•«Tbe.» ypu wish, to. fil at aU'la that s?m b,uj 103*8 ;>*% »v:" \ K r r'TP* ' ., &-*»/; Lunar Photography, Professor Langley has been interested for a considerable time in the possibility of preparing a chart of the moon by photography, which would enable geologists and selenographers to study its surface in their cabinets with all the details before them which astronomers have at their command in the us.e of the most powerful telescopes. Such a plan would have seemed chimerical a few years ago, and it is still swrroun4ed with difficulties, but it is probable that within a compara» tively few years it may be successfully carried oufc No definite scale has yet adopted,- but it ' is desirable that i.§lf thus, .presented, should .approximate in ewe one two'mHiionth of the lunar diameter, hut while- photo* graphs have been wa4e o» this scale none, of them show detail which way given on a smaller one, The critic met the «J4 school actor on, the hjghw<ay, 8*4, 0bs,emng a paJe mjianobply ia the lace «?f the Thes' piaau eaM; ' 'What's the B»atter $ -Ha,m.. teiffi? You -look Wue," , *>I am. blue,'^ returned Icing for CAfc*. In winter the Sophisticated being* that consumes cake is likely to demand that it be iced, and while many housekeepers can properly comply with the demand, the results in many more cases are no*; at all what the fastidious eye requires. Nevertheless the skill required 5s by no means great, care and some degree of practice being the main essentials. In order satisfactorily to ics cake the following articles (all to bo purchased at any confectioners' tool makers') tthould be obtained: First, a cake drum, having a small base, with swivel, upon which a larger circular table, about nine inches in diameter, is fastened. The cake is placed upon this, and is turned around as wished. Secondly, a palette knife. Thirdly, icing pipes; or instead paper pipes .•may be used, these .being.,made ;.from small triangles of paper by folding them in a cone like the grocers' sugar bag, the whole being fix<?d by a pin and the point of the cone cut off according to the size of the thread desired. This apparatus having been got ready, the next thing to do is to prepare the mixture. An excellent recipe is given in an English publication, the Baker's Guide: Put into a clean dry basin half a pound of icing sugar, enough tartaric acid to cover a three-penny piece, and the whites of two eggs. Beat the mixture for about twenty minutes until it stands in any position it is put. It will then be ready for use. If required colored, the coloring must be beaten into it. Put upon the top of the 1 cake as much of the mixture as will cover it all over, or only the top, as desired, and with the palette knife (whose length must be at least equal to the diameter of the cake), work it from side to side, always keeping one side of the knife upon the.sugar. Do not take it off or scrape the cake. After the top is well and evenly covered draw the knife off with one sweep Usually the first attempt at icing leaves the surface a little rough. Lift the caice and knock it gently upon the table which, says the Providence Journal, will cause some of the ridges left by the knife to fill up, and if the sides are to be sugared also let the sugar run over, and put the knife round once more roughly to cover the cake, and then give on3 even sweep right round the cake. Do not take the knife off until the whole circle is made, or it will show the mark. The knife should not be flat upon the side of the cake, but slanting, at an angle of (say) 45 degrees, so that it will carry the excess sugar before it rigUt oft' at the finish of the stroke. The various colors are easily produced. Brown is made by boiling a few ounces of sugar just moistened with water, stirring all the while, and, as soon as it begins to brown, drawing it aside and letting it slowly dry for about an hour. When nearly black put in a bottle. Green is made by poundins 1 spinach leaves, pressing out the juice, and boiling it a minute before bottling. Eed is prepared by boiling for five minutes one-half ounce of powdered cochineal, one- quarter ounce of 'alum and one ounce of sugar in a half pint of water; takeoff fire, and throw in one quarter 'Dunce cream of tartar. Stir well, and when cold bottle. A very easy way of making almond icing is to well mix three-quarters of a pound of pounded almonds and one pound of caster sugar into a paste, with the whites of two eggs. Warm the mixture in the oven, and when cold lay smoothly on top of the cake. When quite dry put on the sugar icing. A Revival of the Heartli. With each succeeding winter the open fireplace is coming more and jnore into fashion and use, says the New.York Sun. Not only the grate, wherein one may build a heaping fire of sea coal, and then sit and watch the glow steal steadily, from lump to lump, but the open hearth on which one may burn a good Yule log and almost roast an ox. There are plenty of make believes yet, of course, gas logs and fires of colored spar, but the open fireplace to which reference is made as coming more and more into vogue are the .real things. The custom of laughing at coal fires as old'fashioned, and as a system of heating that treated one to a touch of the tropics on his face and, gusts from Greenland at his back, have passed, and all the modern houses are built with fireplaces. They are so cosy and so quaint, we are told, and small fortunes are spent on curiously designed tongs, pokers -an.4' shovels; gorgeously X nozsie4 'belJowses are hung up by the mantelpiece,. an4 cunning artifices are employe4 to work out braaen fenders, on the mo4eli Photographers have bqen ai work, getting pictures of chimney pieces that have enclosed the ashes o,; centurjeg, and the marble pillars an4 slabs, which the builders some time rejected 'now qog«py the position of honor- as guardians of the hearth ~ ' tt'lB Jft the, open hearth that tip " " ' ' ' JJeW Yorker is bet tnftt Surround the hearth ftre rlel* with castings and repottsse work. There is a disiinct leaning, too, toward a revival of Dutch tiled fireplaces and settles, and ingle nooks are as much the height of fashion as big sleeves and Napoleonia. In one store that deals in these 'things is to be seen the old sliding pole screen that was in use when the "Casket ol Gems" and "Friendship's Offering" were read behind its rosy shade, and there has been an appreciable influence upon the price of brass and copper coal scuttles. The whole movement, indeed, has its curiously mingled sentimental and financial aspects. It is true that there is a little spice of humbug about the thing, for while many cheerful and jolly things are said anent the flashing firelight and the glorious crackling of the black log, the fact remains that the shrewd architect and householder have quietly agreed that a plain, well-equipped American furnace will be a very good thing to have in the basement for heating the halls and for turning on in the mornings when the wet log is sputtering and the coal tii'e is showing more than a suspicion of a rebellious inclination to smoke. But the revival is an admirable one, anyway, and "it puts some real meaning into the sentiment of "Hearth and Home," which some how is lackine when the hearth is a register or a steam radiator. A WOMAN'S NERVfiS WHOM A WOMAN NOISE WAS f»*0tt*ifct«4 tb* iefcfti it*f ttttfc Itose Whist Party. Any novel idea which will help to solve that difficult question of how to entertain a number of guests ia always a welcome suggestion, and one very pretty form of entertainment is a rose whist party. To begin with, the invitations are sent out on pale pink paper, and announce that rose whist is to be the order of the evening. The game played is that familiar one of progressive whist, with the exception that each player keeps account for herself of all the red cards which are taken, and nothing else is counted. When the time is up, the fortunate player who holds the most red cards takes the first prize, while the one who has the least gets the "booby." The prizes should all be something pertaining to the rose. Numerous articles can be thought of, such as rose bowls, rose candlesticks, rose sachets, bottles of rose perfume, bon- bonnieres with candied rose leaves, etc. Upon each table are placed four full grown La France or Mermet roses, with long stems and green leaves, as well as a dainty dish filled with pink and white bonbons. Each player also has a tally card of pink paper and a pink pencil attached for keeping the score. The ices served are pink and white, and the supper table should be gracefully draped with pink ribbons, with rose petals strewn about on the cover. In fact, roses in profusion should be everywhere, and the lights should be softly shaded in pink. This can be made a very pretty form of amusement and one's own in- enuity could suggest many more eatures to make it a great success. t would be an added attraction if he hostess were dressed in a rose pink gown. Jieclpo for Beeswax. The following recipe for beeswax can be vouched for: After the combs lave been put through an extractor or crushed and strained through a bin cloth the wax is put in a copper or porcelain lined kettle with cold vater enough to cover it,' and boiled 'or half an hour, or longer if it seems necessary. ,When the wax is taken rom the stove it is strained and poured in a vessel previously dipped n cold water. To make a round cake of beeswax pour the melted wax in a bowl that has been dipped in cold water. When cold it may be easily removed-it the bowl has been dipped n cold water. To make wax sheets use a board three-eighths of an inch thick, dampened with warm water, then dipped in the melted wax two or three times'. The board is next put in water to cool for a little while, after which it is taken out, the edges trimmed with a sharp knife, and two sheets of wax peeled off. To make these wax sheets the wax must not be too hot or it will crack. (ftbtt the tiAtt CMjr, Jteokuki tt>m.} Mrs. Helen Meyers, whosft hoinfciSfttSSlI Vernon avenue, Chicago, and whose tisUtt Keokuk, 14., will long be ttffiMhfeMfccl, t**i at one time afflicted With ft nervous tnal&df which at times drove her nearly to diitra* tiot. "Those terrible headache* Mil • thing of the past," she said the othftt- i*f to a Gate City representative, "apd thftr* is quite a Story in eonneetibii With U» to*. "My nervous system sustained a great sh*d» some fifteen years ago,brouf ht on, I belief through toft tnuch worrying over fitful* matters a&d tben allowing my lote fbf fill books to get the better of my discretion where my health was concerned. Why, Whenever my affairs at*horn* did notirt along Just as I ejected, I Would tovariablf become prostrated from the excitement aba I would consider fflyself fortunate indeed !1 the effects of the attack would not remain for a week. 1 was obliged to give utt tnos pleasant home not far from the Lake bhM* drive, because I could not stand the noise in that locality. I could find lid place in tb« city which I deemed suitable to one Whose nervous system was always on the point oi explosion. To add to my misfortunes iftj complexion underwent a change and I looked to yellow and sallow that I was ashamed to venture from the house at all. " 'Madam,' said my doctor to me soon after an unusually severe attack of the jmalady, 'unless you leave the city and seek some place of quiet, you will never recover.' Bo 1 concluded I would visit my uncle, who lives in Dallas county, Iowa, and whose ifarm would surely be a good place for one In my pitiable condition. I picked up the Gate City one day and happened to conn 'across an interesting recital of the recovers of some woman in New York state who wai afflicted as I had been. This woman had been cured by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills fon Pale People. I thought that if Pink Pills 'cured that woman they might do the same for me. I begari to take the pills according to directions and I began to feel better from the start. After I had taken several boxes of them I was ready to go back to Chicago, My nervousness was gone and my completion was as fresh as that of any 16-year-old girl in Iowa, and Pink Pius is what put the color in my cheeks. No wonder I am in such high spirits and feel like a prize! fighter. And no wonder I like to come to Keokuk, for if it had not been for Pink Pillat bought from a Keokuk firm I would not be alive now," laughingly concluded the Jady. t Dr. Williams' Pink Pills contain all tha elements necessary to give new life ana richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are for sale by all druggistsJ or may be had by mail from Dr. Williams! Medicine company, Schenectady, V. Y., fo( t>0 cents per box, or six boxes for $2.50. HUMAN FOOD FOR ALLIGATORS n The Approach to Hoops. ' 'Now buckram dames do walk in sweet Mayfair," and in the streets of Boston, too. Fashions have stiffened, and linings grown heroic of haircloth to such a degree of late that 'tis rumored that the penance of hep carriage or calling gown is Jen ten to ladies who on the promenade rejoice in the armor that is concealed even in silk attire. The effect of the enlarging- sleeves is balanced, to a fine perception, by the counterpoise afforded by all the stiffening the gbd» dess qf fashion indulges in. Trust not the soft exterior ojE the most gentle maid or matron who has traffic with fashion in these days ; there is costly weight of woe to be carried about 'When-buckram rules, Neither the notions of the cloister nor the manners of the old 4ays when, the stuff was of a costlier kind than now are co,pie4 by those who wear haU» cloth t»4ay.— goston Transcript. , • " They Seize Victim* In the Bathing Ghatt of Indian. Hirers. Almost every Indian river is deemed sacred, and some spiritual benefit i| supposed to be derived from bathing in it. In any large town or villagt there is usually a bathing ghat with convenient flights of steps leading down to the water. Here the people assemble in great numbers. The wo men of the higher classes creep down before daylight and hope to get back to their houses before they can ba seen. The young women, with their graceful figures and their wet garments clinging closely to their bodies, would perhaps not mind a little delay, but they are hurried home by their elderly chaperons. Sometimes one of these poor creatures is carried off by the alligator, who is ready to take an early worm, which tends to show that the worm was wrong ^n getting up so early. In the course of the morning the number of bathers increases, and they stand about enjoying their ablutions and oblivious of danger. All of a sudden an 4 allig-ator seizes one of them and drags him down, almost before a shriek of despair can be uttered. The other bathers flee, but there is no one to rescue the unfortunate victim of the / day. Of course, some attempts are made to kill an alligator that haunts a'bathing ghat, but the fishermen have no guns, and the alligator easily breaks their nets. It may seem incredible, but at one of the bathing places of this city of Cuttack a large alligator was killed, and when it was cut open the silver and gold and brass ornaments that the " women wear that were -found in its belly were enough, to show that it , must have carried off and killed upwards of thirty grown-up women, I have not got a note of the of the alligator, but the was kept by a gentleman whom I knew, an4 I often saw it. ANIMAt. UFg, ?». The ostrich farming business !$ California is neither a rosy success »or a dreary failure. There are g,OOQlohstep traps aronn* and about Monhegan island, Maine, and they are all making money. ; ' Mrs. Andrew Moore Qt Butler, was knocked down J>y a vicious and butted to death, She was years old, '„ A herd of wild cattle , has roaming the mo»ntaiBi Bogue river' and Umpqwa in Oregon tor t »n4 it now »umb,e hood of 500 eattie. ^y &r« deer and difficult to approae^ practical harm tfcejr tie cattle belonging ttej, -I! . aoct so she fell asleep. a wWte ftjr Miy °» feer bears, hs4 tfep peace fleatb only j fcR?w te we»ia the tbfaftipw »l .ttw JwUs. the lofty,, w ------- ings .; . • . :

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