The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 26, 1894 · Page 6
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 6

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, December 26, 1894
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J^f^OK p^^-*W ^Si if ^**^S*" r '!'.?•'. I' t .""• / -5 £ ^ \ ,'V" v* ..*(-f'fi 1 '"'^''' /, BACHELOR'S JOYS. A.NEW YEAB'S STOUT. HAD BEEN LIV- ing- since my birth, fifty-five years ago, in aa old-fashioned house, left to ine by my father. It ( 1 tl il4 t^^^ 3 ^ v ^' ! 'il* i con tained several .aBSwRssssi'^tj • to the family of a L schoolmate of mine, who had seen some , "Sad days. A financial crisis had impoverished him, and made it necessary for him to look for less expensive quarters. Being a' lonely bachelor, and feeling at home in his family, I in; vented some trifling excuse for lower- Ing the rent, and thus I kept my Mend J with ine. His wife and daug-liter seemed overwhelmed with my kindness, showed great feeling, and I had many invitations to take dinner with them. Who -would not have been charmed with so much,: attention from two beautiful ladies! My own apartments were on • the' third floor. 1 had cut off two rooms from them, which were rented to two sisters. One was a forewoman in a large establishment, the other a weak, gentle girl, who sewed at home, •as I judged from seeing her at her window, always with a needle in her hand. , One day she was gone, but I cared nothing about them. The rent was paid promptly and I had never seen .much of them, New Year's day was drawing near, iand, according to my usual custom, I •wandered from store to store, in search •of something original and costly for <ny little friend, my schoolmate's daughter! Little? Why, now she was a young lady, 19 years old. Next month she would make her debut, and I must find, some pretty jewel to heighten her beauty, I Jknow she is rather vain and superficial, but all young ladies of her age po?" $qpft or lees yain--an4 I try to find . : her, ^phe mother,a so„.„,..,, has had very Jittleftrne to w ^,.« the heart of the daughter. I^Wtti help, I think, as I stop Here in j;he show windows to Fioally, J see tlie girt very yteg, with » j daughter, who with an enchanting smile and friendly salute hurry on their way. I feel like a scholar - caught by his teacher 'with a cigarette in his mouth, and I actually put my hand to my pocket, to hide more effectually the surprise it contains. I wander leisurely home, to find the wife of my janitor in an excited state. "0, sir, what shall we do?" she. says. "The girl on the third floor is very ill, and the doctor has just left, saying that she will not probably live another week." "She must be taken to the hospital," I answer in a very positive tone. • "See to it at once." I walk upstairs, feeling in a certain measure sorry for the poor girl. But I soon forget her. She is only a stranger, and, no doubt, will be better dead, than suffering, and the hospital is a very good place, so I have heard. I now remember my purchase, and, after admiring it again, in its velvet case, I lock it in my closet to wait for the happy New Year's day. Lighting a cigarette, I sit at my window, dreaming of days gone by, when I had thought of a plain gold ring to adorn a dear little white hand. I was only a student then, and full of enthusiasm. My father's objection cooled my warm heart, and I soon become an inveterate bachelor, and a very selfish man—with only my own pleasure to consider and no one to care for! But then I had friends; such good friends, even in my own house, in whose home there is always a place for me. Some men are far less fortunate. And so I sit and forget even time. In a week and a half it will be New Year's. I am invited to my friend's for the Christmas dinner- day after tomorrow. The bell rings suddenly and with unwonted violence. Who can it be? Rosa, my old housekeeper—she has been thirty-seven years with my family— opens the sitting room door and says: "Please, sir. a lady wants to see you," "Let her come in, Rosa." I rise to meet the visitor. But a flush of annoyance comes to my face, It is my third floor lodger! "What can I do for you, madam?" "A great deal, sir. Please, oh please take back the order to send my sister to the hospital! I could not go with her, and it %vould kill her." I look at the tall, dignified figure before me. She stands, because I have not offered her a seat! Where is my courtesy? I am ashamed, and I hastily push an arm chair toward her. '•No, thank you; my sister is ill, and needs ine. I have only come to tell you that she can not leave the house," Her tone vexes jno, it is so decided. "I beg your pardon, she must go— for I do not wish, to have a death in my house, especially not in these days, wjien my friends " But. heavens! What is that! The woman reels, and I have barely time \o prevent her from falling to the ground. What a brute I am! How could I speak so carelessly about a death, which would leave her all alone, and take from her her dearest and best friend? J should never, never forgive myself. Rose is near at han<J, and with her help i am soon relieved by seeing Miss Casanova open her eyes again. As &i> she, js able t« 'eta,n4, efce gays played in this tragedy, and to console myself- I went down to my friend's to talk it over. Just as I was about to pull their bell, the door was opened by, the maid, who was letting out a messenger with some parcel. I was such an every-day guest that she allowed me to step into the parlor, and went about her own work. This room was divided from a second one by only a portiere. Hearing voices in the next room, I concluded that there was some visitor there, and I sat down, busy with my own perplexity, and waiting for the lady of the house. Ten minutes must have passed when I was recalled to myself by the sound of my own name, I rose involuntarily, but no one came in and I sat down again, while the voice went on: "I am sure I don't,mind the harmless old fool, mamma,—but can't we have one New Year's dinner without him? We need another lady, if you insist on having him, and our dining-room is not very large," "But, child," I hear the mother say, "how can we offend him? I do not care to have him, but he always sends such nice presents and flowers. And then he might raise the rent. Papa says we must be polite." . "Oh, bother!" says the daughter. But I hear nothing more; I steal away like a thief, and close the door gently behind me, as I return to my bachelor apartment. How poor, how lonely I am! My flowers, my presents, buy a few smiles, a friendly word. It is unbearable, the sorrow that has struck my heart. Since my dear mother's death, though it is long ago, I have never felt so lonely and forlorn as now, I must go out, I must walk, I must see people. I rush down the stairs, and in my impetuosity nearly knock down two men who are coming up. The janitor's wife directs them upstairs, and turning to me she adds. "The ambulance." Oh, horrors! The ambulance stands at the door, and those two men are go- troijbjp 'J have as4 without another you. s with • fflttfy- "WHAT OAJSf I PO FOB TOV, MADAM, M }ng for the poor girl, accprding to my orders. If they reach the door before I dO) the shock of those well-known uniforms may kill her. I forget my age and my itsually dignifie4 walk, and hurry upstairs, calling all the way: "Stop! Wait! Do not go on!" and I h,eavp a sigh of intense relief as pne man turns bis head. They wait-^I actually believe with a suspicion that I am out Qf my m.ind, fpr J hp!4 my hat in my hand, and must look almost wild wjth excitement. ''Please' step in here," J say, a.n4 J my QWR toa-. bring>vo£lajsej5 of wine, j»y thanking- fh« politei^, afcd depart with a itiffcinf doiibt as to4ffy"BSn1ty^ Mi' whafcddtcarltf f he p-owf gifi is Safe. I wofidsf how She is. fcefhap^ she knows 6f tty heartlessMeSs, tnd dreads the aft-vval of the ambulance. Will Miss Casanova eve* fofgifreme? She looks so pf olid, like a queen, mote than like a bread-winne*. . • "ftosa," t try to look ittficoncerHed, "how Is thto sick girl?" "Shall I inquire?'* says the godd old soul, with a glad ring in hef Voice. And without waiting for aa answer, she hurries from the room, and 1 hear her speak in a subdued voice to some one outside, She returns to tell me it is the doctor, who has just gone in to prescribe for the invalid. "Tell him to come and see me, Rosa ( when he conies out." Something has lighted tip her deaf old face, and her eyes look kindly into mine, but she talks little, lam less lonesome when I look at her, for she loves her cranky master, 1 know, Presently the doctor is ushered into my library. I find that he is an acquaintance of mine. "How is the invalid?" "She has pneumonia, but I am glad to see a slight change for the better to-night." ' "Thank God!" I say with a profoundly sincere accent. "I did not know you were acquainted with them." ' "Poor girls! I do not know them, but I am sorry for the poor sufferer!" "The sufferer, as you call her, is the least to be pitied. The older one is a heroine. I knew her in Florence, when she was still the mucu-sought daughter of the rich banker Casanova. He had a second wife and a little girl by this second marriage. Do you remember her complete ruin? It was followed by his death. His wife became an invalid from sorrow, and Miss Casanova, left with two .helpless people on her hands, sought in vain for paying work. Florence attracted her, and she decided to try a place where no one knew of her former life. She began at the very beginning, living a life of sacrifice,' but soon reaching a better position by her industry and intelligence. The mother died, blessing the faithful heart, sure that the delicate child left in her sister's care would be safe. Yes, she has been safe, and I shall spare no trouble to cure her." ,"And these are the women I wanted to send away!" I thanked the doctor, and begged him to let me know if I could do anything for my lodgers. Then, under a sudden impulse, I confessed to the doctor my heartlessness, and the story of the ambulance, and how I had deeply regretted my behavior. Would Miss Casanova ever forgive me? The doctor looked almost severe, and rising he said: "Try and make amends by leaving the two ladies from this time unmolested."'• He said good-by without much cordiality. The next day a bouquet was brought, of beautifully fresh cut-roses. It was intended for my friends down stairs, but I sent it to Miss Casanova. It came back with regrets. "The perfume might hurt the sick sister." A proud girl, Miss Casanova. I never asked after them, but I allowed Rosa to give me news, which she did so discreetly that it seemed quite her own wish to inform me, while I was really thinking of nothing else all day. A summons came to me from downstairs, but I pleaded a bad cold and ate my lonely dinner with gusto, to the high delight of Rosa, who could hardly believe it to be true. The invalid became better daily. New Year's eve arrived, and I heard that all danger was past, as if it were of a near and dear relative. Rosa was the bearer of the good news. Then she confesses that she has carried the sick young lady every day some broth, chicken, or mutton, also beef tea, To-day she has broiled a little leg of chicken, I listen, • then I jump up. "And she has not refused?" I break out. "Not refused? She has accepted, Rosa?" "Yes, sir, and to-day, as she has gone to take some work to the shop, I sat with the dear, sweet, young lady, in order that she might not be left alone." "Oh, you dear good Rosa! Then you, you have softened the cruelty of your master?" Somehow I do not care now to be alone. Of course I send an excuse for my absence from the New Year dinner of my old friend, I enjoy better eating by myself! A year has gone! Where is the poor, lonely, tolerated bachelor? Alas, he is no more! He sits gravely, a happy husband, and nods joyfully at Rosa as she announces dinner, " Doctor, your arm to Miss Casanova, and take her in to dinner." "Miss Casanova" is a dainty, delicate little damsel, for the other Miss Casanova is my own sweet wife, She has forgiven me! Rosa, all smiles, stands in the door. I really believe she is as happy as we are. As the doctor is, to be my brotherrin- law, he has decided to lay down bis arms and be as forgiving as the rest. My friend downstairs, is still there, but he leaves goon in order to wake room for us. We meet, we bow, we smile and pass! of the grentest fields the intprovt'tnrnt of the IftcandeSceiit lamp, Ifl ninny reSpe'cts It fias Become ft Standard product, but eveti Slow the best factories raay lose it batch ttt'fyOOO of ft sudden through Some unsuspected flaw of trouble. It Is tree that twelve of fifteen to the hofse pdwef Is now cominbfl, Instead of eight of ten, its ft few years ago. bill there has been little other chnnge except ft steady reduction ttt price. A natural nnd Inevitable tendency keeps raising the pressure of electrical cui-feuta for all classes of Work, but the indnndtscent lamp is still wanted that will successfully stand np under the gredtcr strain, and hclice the high efficiency of dynamos and engines Is stt-adily nullified! The lamp that burns brightly nt 110 volts IS fttni* Hint' enough, but the desidehitttui Is a lamp thnt Will bllftt and live nt 220 of 560 Volts, nnd tho man who produces the.'filament for that can win fame equal to Edlsoii. In the • mena* time, despairing of such unlikely achievement, some advanced workers, like Tesla, using high potential currents, nre experimenting with lamps that have incandescent buttons, or bars, and with lamps that glow with pure phosphorescent gleam. These latter arc said to be wonderfully economical of current when very small, but to fall off heavily in efficiency, as they increase in size. An abundant reward uwalts genius here, and' electricians watching the continued improvements In gas await anxiously the production of tlie lamp which shnll make tlicir light not only tho best, as it la now, but the clieai>est. Scrofula in »he H JSddd's S&Fsdpafilldj al ft i' . blood tmtifltf, aifei this ftftd aft 6£fcf| forms of sctofuift, «'Ihad a BtSfi6Hl« aa large as a Sggi I was- OOP, VisedidhaVeittSftfe^ tfmt 1 taKe Hood's SftflSSI* f>atilla> whlel ftin glad iff- L s that I did, ». soon the btinch Entirely I caii truly ,,....„„ ,, Hood's Sarsapattl* \J - ' ' "know it IS" ichie. 1 have recommended Hood's Sartoparilla highly in the past, ~-~* stinH GOntlnUe to: do so." Mfes. '(, Ked Cloud, Neb, New Process of Gns As the result probably of sharp com. petition In one form and another, gas making and consumption have undergone many Improvements iu recent .years, Indeed, at least one gas expert has claimed that the gas art "has .made greater advantages than the -electric lighting art in the same period. Of course, the great objection remains that there is a naked flame using up a certain proportion of the necessary constituents of a healthy atmosphere; but tho vast majority of people are still very indifferent to this, provided their illumiuant is cheap. A new process is said to be creating a sensation In lighting .circles, and its origin is very curious. In prosecuting work for tho electrolytic reduction of refractory oxides to yield aluminum, Mr. T. Li. Wilson found that large quantities of calcium carbide were- producible,. from which acetylene is readily obtained. Now, acetylene has remarkable illuminating power, but no method has hither to been known for its cheap produc- tirn. It is stated that a burnet- taking 11-4 cubic feet of acetylene per hour affords a beautiful clear, white light fully equal' to fifty candle power, while the cost puts it of! more than a parity with that of existing methods. It will be seen that there is here the promise of much cheaper lighting of a better kind. The only., objection to the new gas of any importance noted thus far has been a tendency to smoke a little when turned down low, but this is easily cured, and in oil lamps has been endured for centuries. Hood's?? Cures . — — . , _-^ i » ^ .M, Hood's Pills are the best after-dinner 't Pills; assist digestion, prevent constipation. \ WORLD'S-FAIR "SUPERIO'R NUTRITION -THE LIFE: Has justly acquired the reputation of being The Salvator for - i. The-Aged. AN INCOMPARABLE ALIMENT for the GROWTH and PROTECTION of INFANTS and ' An Obsolete Emery Industry. Naxos, one of the largest and most famous of the Cyclades islands of Greece, has from time immemorial produced emery on a large scale, but times are changing, and unless resort is had •to scientific engineering, the glory of the place will hare fled. Two villages have had the monopoly of emery mining, and have sent out daily about 600 workmen, who, in the most archaic fashion, have set to work. Tho iwk has been exclusively broken up by fire, the method being to clear a space, pile brushwood on it, light a fire, and, when the fire la dying out, throAv water on the glowing rock to split it. Under such conditions, only rho -ur- i'ace strata could be utilized, but these are played out, and the supply of brash- wood is played out also,. Experts who have been consulted by tho Grecian government have recommended the resort to systematic quarry borings, the use of powerful explosives, wire ropeways and other familiar appliances. In the meantime the Naxos industry is practically at a standstill, and other deposits elsewhere have things all their own way, because they are properly handled. It is said that in the United States tho development of largo corundum beds in North Carolina is doing much to modify the state of tho industry. I-I I A superior nutritive in 'continued Fevers, And a reliable remedial agent in all gastric and enteric diseases ; often in -instances of consultation over patients whose digestive organs were reduced to such a low and sensitive condition .that the IMPERIAL GRANUM was the only nourishment the stomach would tolerate when LIFE seemed depending on its retention;— And as a FOOD it would be difficult to Conceive of anything more:palatable. Sold by DRUGGISTS. Shipping Depot. JOHN CARLE & SONS, New. York'." •****»* *«»t«M»tt»MO******** *«»»*****4*«»*««»»»»»n Tsuffered terribly from roaring in my head during an attack of catarrh, and became very deaf,used Ely's Cream Balm and in three weeks could hear as well as ever.—A. bi. Newman,Grayltno Midi. CATARRH ELY'S CREAM BALM opens and cleanses the Nusul Pu.sbttjfr.3, Allays Pain and Jnllumnmllun, Heal.i the SOI-HS, protects the Membrane from Colds, Ke- storestlift Senses of Taste and Smell. The Balm is quickly absorbed and gives relief at once. A parUrlo is applied Into each nostril and Is agrec- iblc. I'rlcu 50 eenls at Druggists or by mall. ELY BBOTHEB8, 56 Warren St., New York.! 2 Dots. Schrage's Rheumatic Cure at once for Gout t Neuralgia or Rheumatism. Stg. Regularly as directed, LEADIN& M, D's. NEVER FAILS. Rheumatic 167 Dearborn St, Chicago. • • ^ - m»f» n r-\ i kW B J »* Swanson Rheumatic Cure Co,, ' „ t ft I*N l__ M. A.I. 1 *"fi(|i i> „*; Clarence— Dpne anything lately, Chplly? * Chpily— Yaas; bought ft diawy for X8?5 last weoH and am waiting for New Year's to come to begin it. 'Awfully work writing, awf «Jliy, ft r,e Training. , Perhaps the children who are not "coddled" are happiest as well as hardiest, in the end. At least, those -who have their share of sympathy and affection, while learning at tho same time to scout at fear, are surely fortunate, A young man who rode horseback to perfection, was asked when and how he learned, "Oh," said he, carelessly, "when I was a little fellow wy father put me on a liorso, and told mo how to ride. I was afraid, and slid off; but every time I touched the ground he cuffed me and set me on again. So I found jt cheaper to learn!" A certain stern Gresnlunder, when the breakers wero ridug highest over the rocks, Avould place his young son in a kayak and throw him into tho surf. The little fellow with tho double paddle in his hand, would watcj* his opportunity, right himself as he descended nnd then triumphantly poddlo through the boiling sea to the little haven where the canoes lan^. "You WJJJ flrown your boyj" people used to say to this Spartan father; but the sage ijuater of seajs and. whales wo«14 reply: "If the boy cannot right a kayae in a Btoymy sea, ho cannot kill u seal; up<J W ho oauijot Kill a seaj, ho cannot live }u Gveeumnd,* A.U4 in that CftSe be miglit as. well 4iel" Re— PQ you thi»k W0fl4°i8 "COLCHESTER" SPADING BOOT. BEST IN MARKET. BEST IN FIT. ,. BEST IN WEARING ' QUAU'J.% \' The oBterortan sole px- < •• ten4s the whole lepeth s Jdown to the heel, pro* \* iteoMppftbe boot ln^"~ v i elan and in o(ber " I work. ASK YOUR „ FORTJ,^ lapd don't be put offlr u "with inferior poods, ,7<J, COLCHESTER R.URBBR. c«,' ; ,j" WE WlU, TAKE YOU TO CALIFORNIA Cheaply, Quickly and Comfortably on "•- Philupa-Rock T"'~—> m —'-- ™_*r™ H t» v« "*! -•w" v " jv-.» record. Over 100,000 a carried, and all like the service. Oarle £!?Wo l 2?Mn* 0 J»»A» every »VflwM»"fljgw L7» HIM»I» 1VS ^-i-w ^-^"r-rr^r-r ****** v**]t*VMtfl WfV^JT 4,'illUUV Viu U1B 1* i- fempufi fpento Bowte, A'epwl»Tj»ftnaBOT' !l * goes each trip to eijie lor the inanv wanlrai;M patrons en routs. We can'tT "eu %6u toSftS.^ feS^^feMw ^ l «* H>i Address, fro. SEBASTIAN, 0. J,. A, ^M PWotty,, awsWUtyfflBi and ewwwv IFWHB ^ssx^sm^ 'lil

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