The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on February 20, 1895 · Page 3
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THE FIB. 86, 18S5. V '•> .— (Cbtttlhnert) Hef thoughts dwelt oil Dr. Blisatti, as the first young man ia whose eyes she had ever read a dawning admiration. The purchase of the dress was distinctly traceable to sucli a source. She was accustomed to his presence, pondered on his words during his absence, and found it agree" able to watch for his return. Fickle Dolores! The unexpected intrusion of the young naval officer, Arthur Gurzon, handsome, amiable and full of youthful animation, banished speedily preference for the sallow and thin Maltese physician, Her pulses still fluttered, as the blood coursed more rapidly through her veins, at the recollection of his visit. Should she ever see him again? Why not? Then, as \ her needle flew, her dream deepened. iThe Knight of Malta, in polished armor, would come to the garden gate in a golden chariot and lead her away. Are the knights all dead, and must the world grow so old and sad as to lose all faith in the actual existence of these splendid cavaliers? Stay! what was he like? Had she ever truly gazed upon his face? She paused, with her needle uplifted, and her features contracted in meditation. 'At this moment, Florio' sprang up and uttered the most miniature of fierce canine barks. \ Dolores glanced about her, with a little gasp of wonder. \Lieut. Curzon, after a preliminary rapH pushed open the gate and entered the ihclosure without ceremony.' His face glowed with a smile of satisfaction, as his glance sought the girl, ' seated beside the fountain with her work. Each paused in silence and gazed at the.other, Dolores with indefinable apprehension, and the young man with • an eagerness of which he was unconscious. The soul of the girl spoke through her eyes with an instinctive, i«<wanpealing ; grace,, and Lieut. Curzon A was'again thrilled through with an 'emotion that occasioned a quickened .heart-throb beneath his uniform. "Good day," he said, at length, advancing and extending his hand. "Good day," replied Dolores, placing her small brown fingers on his brown palm, and dropping thimble and scissors in the act. Florio growled, menacingly, and ' seized the boot of the intruder in his teeth. "I trust your grandpapa is \ all.' right," continued the visi-_ \fcor, retaining the little in his grasp rather longer than , monious politeness exacted. "Yes! thanks," demurely. "Shall I call him?" "No! Give me another moment first." ( ,'As many moments as you wish. You were so good to poor grandpapa c that day," "and gratitude brought a warm'.tide of rose color to the velvety .cheek, a moisture to the brilliant eyes. ^Was'I.good?" He forgot his mis- 'gion, a&d^everything else in the world, except the^iquant face before him, which fascinated him strangely, hand cere- his listener, he waxed so eloquent that Florio grew weary of worrying his boot and decided to take another flap. O'n the following evetting his cousin, Mrs. Griffith, was to receive the Russian grand duke now on board the corvette Ladislas in the harbor. The lady wished to greet her guest \vith a series of characteristic tableaux. Dolores must consent to take a part in the entertainment. The girl listened in passive silence. Her rich color faded to a warm, golden pallor, the corners of her lips drooped; the delicate arch of black eyebrows met above the bridge of thin nose with the flexible nostril. She did not question the means whereby Mrs Griffith had become aware of her capacity to serve on the occasion. Possibly she divined that some suggestion made by Lieutenant Curzon had resulted in the invitation. Why did she not betray more joy in the opportunity of diversion? The messenger was piqued, puzzled, even tantalized, by the appearance of willful indifference in her bearing. "You understand the role assigned you, do you not?" he demanded, with tender insistence. "I understand perfectly well," she rejoined, musingly. "Grandpapa may not consent, though." "He must consent. We will tell him there is question of receiving a Russian grand duke." "Should I be required to recite a verse? I have done that several times at the convent," said Dolores, with childish triumph. He suppressed a smile. "Not on this occasion, Dolores. May I call you Dolores?" She gave neither consen|i nor refusal; a dimple deepened near the corner of her mouth. ' 'I will bring all the things in the morning, I mean your stage wardrobe, and then we will have a full dress rehearsal here in the garden," said the young man, blithely. "Grandpapa shall decide if you are a true Phoenician maiden." "I must be ugly and yellow, like the figures on the bits of stone and pottery," demurred Dolores, ruefully. "As if you could be other than lovely, Dolores," he said, bending over her. "Afterward there is to be a ball." An expression of sudden delight transfigured her face. She threw back her head, and opened her eyes. Togo to a ball and dance! What felicity of happiness! She clapped her hands together, with an irrepressible transport of delight, and sprang to her feet with an elasticity of movement which sent a tingling vibration of sympathy through the veins of her companion. "I will come if grandpapa only consents, " she exclaimed. "Give me the very first waltz," insisted Arthur Curzon, with a soft meaning in his tone. The maiden accustomed to ball, room gallantry might have blushed modestly, lowered her glance and toyed with her bracelet before yielding consent. Young Dolores stooped to recover her scissors, and retorted frankly— "Oh, yes!" Then she added, naively: "I thank you for remembering me." Jacob Dealtry approached from the .house and returned the greeting of the officer without warmth, and yet without any manifestation of surprise at his second visit- Dolores flew to his side, clasped her hands on his arm, and explained the invitation of Mrs, Griffith's to the tableaux and ball. The old man listened without comment, while his countenance betrayed bewilderment and suspicion. "Did you come to see my Moorish coin?" he questioned abruptly of Lieut. Curzon, when his grandchild had fin- 4§hed, n »Yeis," said the young man, with hypoeritieal Uli a i lacrity. "I think of go< ing in- for that sbrt-ftfjjhing, Mr. Dqal- try, during my stay at^MaJta, and a collection, i '"""*~~~-v "Very gpod.," muttered the grand' father, producing the Moorish coin for inspection, Wounded pride wade Dolores flash a reproachful glance at the Qffieer, while r short upper lip curled scornfully. « ( J would npt buy a privilege," she said in a smothered. to»e, as the-.old ghnffle4,away Jn search 9l other relies, tempted by the yielding- jngod of the amateur cplieotor, "I would -buy some privileges," ha retqpted, 'head shoulder „ torched his perfUfclfc • o.l sftndalwood and orange flowers emanated ff-om these treai- ures, which had belonged to her Span* ish mother. •,•«,' Was the laded gfeen box destined to play the p'fttt of Pandora's casket, and scatter abroad, with the contents, the fairy shoes and the fan, confusion and trouble? Then she put on the pink dfess, and pausing befofre a small looking glass, audaciously severed the sleeves above the rounded elbows, and cut down the corsage. She thus prepared the new fobe foi a most unexpected debut. Attired to her satisfaction, Dolores Sought the corridor, and paused before the portrait She made a little genu- flexion, and held up a finger mockingly. "Perhaps he is the Knight of Malta after all," she said aloud. The cavalier of the picture was mute, somber, threatening, in the ob' scurity of the old Watch Tower. ABOtTTttEOAMMffiE tfcUtHFUL THE fOLO BY See and the Johnny tThr> Wftnted to Girt—Major General MbCbofc Scout — Our Battle Mae* — «to> • on Setvard — A tiOii Sword. B!« the CftAPTEIl fit THE SWAttOW WALTZ. ,'MMmi toVBaalto* UA HE OLD PALAH- 7,0 of the Strada Zecca, occupied by Gen. Griffith and his family, was brilliantly lighted on the ensuing evening. A massive lantern above the entrance shed a ray on the scutcheon of the Order of the Knights of St. John; while within the vestibule, trophies of the cavaliers, helmet, pike, halbert,' and sword, were still grouped on the walls. The visitor who passed under the arch of the portal on this occasion, found himself in an atmosphere redolent of the sweetness of flowers, and surrounded by those elements of life in which European and Oriental influences were curiously blended. The colonnades of the mansion were illuminated witli pendent clusters of eastern lamps, alternating with the cool and fragrant shadow of clumps of palms and jessa- mine, and the rippling' plash of a fountain was audible in the center of the adjacent court, while Turkish rugs and cushions, exhaling musk and amber from their folds, were placed in convenient embrasures between the columns, as if inviting to that tranquil repose suggestive of the inseparable accompaniment of a pipe of perfumed tobacco, a gilded tray of sweetmeats, coffee, or sherbet, served on bent knee by one of those Nubian slaves in jeweled turban and silken tunic still to be found, in mute effigy, in Venetian places. Surely, a beauty of the harem, in embroidered vestments, would .peep from the shelter of yonder screen of lattice of arabesque carving, or glide down the marble steps on the left! Instead, the intruder jostled a stiff, English servant carrying tea, came unexpectedly upon a group of officers in brilliant uniform lingering at a buffet, or was surrounded by a bevy of ladies in toilettes bearing the imprint of Paris and London make. The hostess received her royal guest . at the entrance of the first sala, a gracious presence in a robe of cream-colored moire antique over pistachio green satin, with fair arms and shoulders revealed by a corsage of golden tracery, studded with opals. The young prince, pale, slender and beardless, with heavy-lidded eyes, and a languid utterance, was a modern Telpmachus, escorted by Mentor in the person of Gen. Lubomirsky, with a bristling, white mustache, a la militaire, and several orders attached to the breast of his uniform. As such Mrs. Griffith wished to welcome the grand duke. Telemachus was conducted by'his host through several rooms, where myriads, of lights were reflected on mirrors, and a profusion of flowers, arranged in banks and masses, .with a background of tree ferns and tall plants, with variegated leaves; formed a, njjniature garden, to a gilded arm chair pla'cedtjji the center of a large and lofty apartnae*\t, The prince, seated, here, and surrounded by an expectant company, wasKrequired to contemplate a darl? curtain,, di'aped Russian and Pritish < flags; f until tiine as the drapery was "drawn aside, revealing 1 a tiny stage, \ s.eeno, arranged with admirable effect, represented a ^art^P of shove and rocks, w jth tropical vegf Jn the backgrouo4 the. Snjj.ra.nc.fl pf a. gvottfl hy fv dropping viuo, *. truthful Southerner. "A funny war incident occurred down there," said John W. Woodruff, pointing downward from the Fofsyth street bridge to the track running between the bridge and the National hotel. '•When Forrest captured Colonel Streipfht's raiders at Rome they were brought to Atlanta in box cars and were switched off on that track. As Forrest's men had to return to Rome, a detail from Major Leyden's artillery, then in camp here, was sent down to guard the prisoners. 1 was a member of the company, and the facts id the case are fresh in my rec- ollectipn yet. The doors on one side of the Cars remained locked, and the doors o'n the other side were open. In froiit of each of these doors one of Leyden's men stood on guard. "Everything went on smoothly until the relief came around after dai'k. iThe officer in charge of the relief squad found, to his astonishment, that one of the cars was guarded by a Yankee with a musket." "Hello! What does this mean?" asked the?officer. "Oh, it's all right," replied the Yankee; "the young man on duty here wanted to go and see his girl, and he promised me his rations if I would lake his place till he came back." Wo took Mr. Yank's musket from him and made him enter the car, and stationed one of our men at the door. The fellow had told the truth, as we i vrhen the absent guard re- The youngster was fresh and knew nothing about soldiering. He saw no harm in slipping off to see hi? girl, and as luck would have it, he had picked out a prisoner who was a man of his word. "Our comrade would have been severely punished if his case had been reported, but the boys enjoj'ed the joke so much that they kept it from Major Leyden until it was safe to let it be known. "Wouldn't that Yankee and his friend,,the Confederate, have a jolly time if they could meet at some reunion of the blue and gray? If they are both living they ought to get together."—Atlanta Constitution. General McCook and the Scout. Several months ago General McCook paid a visit to Santa Fe with some railway officials. On arriving at Santa Fe his first inquiry was for one Luciari Stswart. He was told that Stewart ; was in the hospital awaiting death from old age. "Then he may die to-night, and I will see him first," the general quietly remarked. And then, with his aid, he went directly to the hospital, and was quickly by the cot bf the old man. "Stewart, don't you know me?" he inquired in a tender way, at the same time extending his hand. Stewart did not reply for fully one minute, all the time holding the general's hand and scanning his features. At last a ray, of light broke over his countenance, and with a smile he said: "Yes, I remember you. You are the young lieutenant who never smoked before breakfast." Here the two broke into a laugh, the heartiest laugh, perhaps, the old invalid had enjoyed for a. decade. Stewart had been the chief of scouts when, forty years ago, McCook was fighting Apaches on the frontier. The general had not seen him since that war, but showed his deep regard for his old, friends by remembering so humble a comrade. The remark of the old scout referred to a time when McCook, then a lieu tenant, and a detail under Colonel St. Vrain were chasing the Apaches. They had struck a hot trail, and had been on it thirty-six hours without food. Fearing to wait to prepare a meal, for every minute was then precious, so close was the trail, Colonel St, Vrain determined to keep on the march, Realizing the condition of his men and officers, he had given permission for the jnen to partake of such rations as they could in the saddle, and turning to hi§ lieute nant he remarked; "McCook, have a cigar?" "No, thank you> sir," was the quick response. "I never smoke before breakfast," — Harper's Weekly. taken from the field and put to wof I on the house. One day a friendly coiivet'sation took place between Epps and Bass on the right of on* man's holding another in bondage. In answer to a remark made by Epps, to the effect that a "nigger" was n* more than a bright baboon, Bass saiA "If they are baboons, or stand he higher in the scale of intelligence then such animals, you and men like you will have to answer for it. Th6ra is a sin, a fearful sin, resting on this nation that will not go unpunished forever. There will be a reckoning yet. Yes, Epps, there's a day coming that will burn as an oven. It may be sooner or it may be later, but it's coming as sure as the Lord is just."— National Tribune. Ijlncolu'g Joke on Sewnrd. The First corps, commanded bf General Reynolds, was reviewed bj the president on a beautiful plain al the north of Potomac creek, about eight miles from Hooker's headquarters. We rode thither in an ambulance over a rough corduroy road and, as we passed over some of the more difficult portions of the jolting way, the ambulance driver, who sa^ Well in front, occasionally let fly volley of suppressed eatha cX his wilu team of six mules. Finally, Mr. Lit. coin, leaning forward, touched th& man on the shoulder, and said; "Excuse me, my friend, are you an Episcopalian?" The man, greatly startled, looked around and replied: "No, Mi-. President; I am a Mettc" dist." "Well," said Lincoln, "I though you must be an Episcopalian, becaust. you swear just like Governor Seward. who is a church-warden." The driver swore no me>ro.—Cen- tury. Our Uattii- flags. Nothing ttni fiasjs—but simple C~:js, Tnttered nnd torn, hanging in rag*; We walk beneath with careless tread, Nor think of hosts of mlvhty dead Who'vo trod beneath in days gone by, With burnlnw cheek and ea :er eye. And bathed the folds in life's red tide, And dying blessed, and blessing, died. Nothing but fla-;s—they're bathed in teara- They tell ot triumphs, hopes and fears. Ot mother's prayers for boy away, That ho return some coming day. Silent, they spoalc, and tears will start; We see them now with achln? heart, And think of those who 1 re ne'er forgot: 1'holr flags came home—why come they not? Nothing but fla?s—we hold our breath And view with uwo those types of death. Nothing but Hags, yet thoughts will come, The heart must pray, though lips be dumb) They're sacred, pure we see no stain On those loved flags, come home again; Baptized in blood, our purest, best, Tattered and torn, tney're now at rest Tho 13th Mich. Battery. In January, 1864, at Grand Rapids, Mich., this battery was organized to serve three years. Callahan H. O'Ri- ordan was chosen captain. He resigned Juno 10 of the same year. Charles Dupont succeeded him and was in command at icv.*«»p wit July, 1805. On February 7, the regiment left the btate, going^ to Washington, D. C., where it was stationed until May 14, when it was ordered to Fort Slemmer, D. C. It 'took part in the battle of Fort Stevens, and assisted in suppressing the guerrillas in Maryland. Two of the conspirators engaged in the assassination of Lincoln were arrested by this battery. No men from this battery were killed in action, but several died of disease. ST. VAUEOT1WS DAY, his church same date pagan festi- This is the the, value pf, all ebttfl» w §aid Avtbuv eon. Jloeuf. I ha,ve aw old book entitled "Twelve Years, a Slave," narrative of Soloinop Northwp, a cplored citizen pf New York, wh9 • was kidnaped in Wash* jngton, J),.C,, m 1341, and w»'§ rescued in 18§3 ft'Qjn a cotton plantation on. Bayou JJQeuf (prQROUn«?ed P La, i So<p &fte> the war J ise.t a fif re|urnj||| jsojdigrs wbQ were Bapp^o/B/'h},! Red/ Fiver' e who t9$'mj ,p| Living read the at the tiipe. it was' published ^ the plantation I Drummer Boy Israel Trask. A Boston man has discovered that a big rock at Castine marks the historic achievement of an ancestor. It is the rock behind which Drummer Boy Israel Trask stood and beat the rat-a-plan when the homespun American army swept up the cliff under the guns of old Fort George. Trask's captain leaped upon the rock and fell dead beside the boy, pierced by a British bullet Still the wittie of; the drum went courageously on. The Boston man, who has discovered that Israel Trask was his ancestor, has had the big rock photographed from every point of observation, spends his summers at Castine and sits upon the bowlder for hours every day. — Lewiston Journal, _ A Confusion of Terms. ' I notice the soldier boys often write of little incidents that occurred during the war, While officer of the guard and going the rounds one dark night while on duty in the SJienan- doah valley under General Phil Sheridan, the orders were very strict and the countersign was not used, but everyone passing was required to- be recognized. On advancing to the outer posts we were aecosted and or» derpd to halt, advance and be 'Tecon*- oiled," The good Irish soldier OP guard got the words "recognized." and "rec' onciled" somewhat misea, We were only too glad, under the cireumstan. ces, to become "reconQiled." and go in peace, 89th Chi' Thousands aM nttndfeds oi sands of ' 'valentines"faSS th*btiffc postoffice bfi Si Valentine! They are of all softs—eomic^ Witty, sentimental atid loving. St. Valetttiiie is called the saint of lovers, but the original St. ¥aleiitiilS seems not to have had anjr such ate* bition. He was a Roman ptiest, whd suffered maftyttiom, beitig beatett with clubs aftd tten behoaded in the year 270 A. D. The Fourteenth of February was appointed by the ehttfch to be observed in his hotior. But during the month of Febrliaryi iti ancient Roman days, festivals were held itt honor of Februata-Juilo. These feasts were called Lupercalia. One of the celebrations consists of writing the names of many young Women upon slips, and these names were deposited with much ceremony in a box ( from which they were drawn by the young men as chance directedi The priests of the early Christian church sought by every means to abolish all the old pagan festivals and substitute Christian ones. And the lovers' festival of Febrtmry was one which 5s said to have been altered Under their direction. It was placed under the guardianship of St. Valentine merely because day came at the as that of the old val of Lupercalia. explanation accepted by most learned writers on the subject. The mates chosen were called "valentines" simply on account of the day of choosing. And it is likely that the pretty pretense of secrecy observed in the sending of valentines can be also traced to this old custom of hiding the written names and having them drawn out by chance. The fun and romance of valentines all depend on these conditions. The Valentine day celebrations have been kept in England and Scotland for many years. Shakespeare and Chaucer both allude to them, also the poet Lydgate, who died in 1440. A learned traveler named Misson, who •vrrote in the seventeenth century, de- scrioes the old English valentine party. "On the eve of Feb. 14 the young- folks gather together, an equal number of maids and bachelors forming 1 the party. Each one writes his or her name on a separate billet and these are rolled up and cast into a pile. Then the names are drawn, the maids drawing the bachelors' names and the bachelors the maids'. The names drawn are valentines to those who draw them. The young men were expected to entertain their valentines with dances and treats, and often to make them costly presents. They also wore the billets containing their valentines' names on their sleeves or their hearts for many days." And often, says the learned mission, the sport begun in fun was continued in > earnest. ' 1>A ' >.-,->.„. -^. .„ „, In some places, particularly London, the lad's valentine was the first lass he met after leaving the house on Valentine's day, and the lass's was the first lad she met under the same circumstances. Presenting one's valeu- tine with a present was called "relieving," because being drawn as a valentine obliged the chosen one to bring a gift to his lady. At some valentine parties the young man had a, right to kiss the maid whose name he drew, and drawing the same name three times was thought a very fortunate omen, "St. Valentine was chosen to be the guardian of lovers," says our old writer, "not because lovers are more superstitious than other people, but because they have more imagination." So he gives us to understand that lovers were a helpless set of people, who needed a saint to take care of them! There are slight differences in the',' customs of different countries, but the same idea runs through all the* ceremonies, St, Valentine's day is the day of choosing one's mate, The old country tradition has it that all the birds of the air choose their mates for v the yet r 04 St, Valentine's day! An old .English rhyme says; Where can the postman be, I pay? He ought to fly*-on such a day 1 Of all days in the year, you know. It's monstrous rude to be so slow,". The feUo\?,'B.so exceeding ptupjdl —there be is-^Ah J the dew >f« Q. N^Qn, Captain, Co. P, Ohip, 654", Mcmtrose Boulevard, sago, Jlli, writes; "At the B the.8Qt>bJ?f To My If I should -write ft valentine And tuck within its cavsrtine Heaps Of sweetmeats, an4 of'I A»d send it to wy;— with biffi, capture^ &$ ' d\*e$ :^--'i n<>X

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