The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on October 6, 1897 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, October 6, 1897
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tIP££M DES M1NB8: ALGONA IOW A, . OOTOBEft . CHAPTER XXV11. It startled me to hear her speak of toy wife in a tone of love, and I noticed that Pearl Was listening now with a sudden wonder in her face. "No mother; she 19 not here." "You must bring her to me; promise me, Amos." "When she comes, I will bring her to you." "I have something to say to her— and to you. I once wronged her In my thoughts, and I want to ask her forgiveness. She has behaved to me like a true loving daughter while you have been away, and has given me money regularly—though I doubt she Is troubled in her mind about you. Heed what I say, my son. All the tales whispered about her were false. She Is better than gold—she is as true as steel, and I misjudged her." j My breath came and went quickly, nnd Pearl urged me to lie down and rest, "I will watch over your mother," she said. Yfith a strange flush on her face. "\\n-iX annlro?" priori my mother, "You told me they returned to Brixton. Mr. Druce was the first to meet them, and h« filled her ears with the. slanders that were in circulation about me. Sho did not believe them; her mother did. "If you are not civil to Mr. Druce," said her mother, "I shall have to go into the work house." She knew that her mother owed money to Mr. Druce, and, fearing him, she did not quarrel with him en the first night. But she determined to go to my mother in the early morning, and consult her as to what ought to be done to vindicate my good name. She went; my mother had disappeared. Day after day, week after week passed, and still no news ot my mother until it was reported and believed that, sho was dead. About thi.t time Mabel became a mother, and the child that was born was a girl. She named i! Pearl. Then canw the news of the wreck of The Blue Jacket, anil the loi-s of every soul on board. She received no letters from me. If anj were sent, they were intercepted. Mr Druce pressed his suit upon her, bu spoke?" cried striving to rise in bed. Mabel was not here." "Neither is she, mother." "She i?. You can't deceive me, blind as I am, it was Mabel's voice I heard." The wonder expressed in Pearl's face grew and grew. i "Nay," said I, "there is no one in the room but you. I, and a little maid I'm fond of. Speak to my mother, Pearl." "Can I do anything for you?" asked Poarl, timidly. I saw that my dear old mother was wandering in her mind, and 1 whispered to Pearl to humor her. "If you think I have anything i.o forgive," said Pearl, in a low, trembling voice, and with difficulty restraining her tears, "I forgive you." "The Lord bless you and my son!" murmured my mother; and then appeared to sink to sleep. . I crept softly to Ihe room below, with hope and remorse newly born in any heart. Pear: followed .me a moment afterward. She gazed at me timidly, wistfully. : "May I ask you a question?" she said. "Yes, my child." "Who is Mabel, and why is my voice like, hers?" "Mabel is my wife, clear child.'' "It was my poor mother's name," said Pearl, her tears flowing. "She was a sailor's wife, and my father was drowned. That is why I hate the pea. Hush! I heard a cry outside! It 5s a woman's voice!" • She was hastening to the door, when I gently prevented her, and bid her go to my mother. "And if you love me, dear child," I said, as I tenderly embraced her, "do not come down until I summon you. Nay, ask no more questions now. I •will explain all to you before long." After but a moment's hesitation she or, Tho fire was 1>urnlhg brightly, and vsiito.. <\M In our hearts. The only heaven the eatth contains was shining upon us and within us, though we saw no glimpse of the sky. We were at Home, nnd It. was a Home of Lovn. "Mother," said Pearl, "what is the first letter in the alphabet?" "O, my darling, of course." . ' "And the next?" "N." "And the two next?" "C and E." "Once tipcn a time," said Pearl, clapping her humls. "Now, mother, I am ;olng to read yon and father a very, ,-ery pretty story." "Do, dear child. What Is it?" Pearl produced the torn text-book of her Island school. "It is called," she said, with the most delicious .little laugh In the world, "Cinderella; or, The Glass Slip- NOTES OF THE WHEEL MATtERS OF INTEREST TO DEVOTEES OF THE BICYCLE. Suggestion* for TonrlnR—What to Ciury on a 8l|;ht-S*elns; Journi-y n-Nf heel— A. Great Performer Eastern Amateur. -A VromUlng she would have nothing to say to him ytill, loutlilng him, her mother com polled hc-r to be civil to him, and om day' that they should eml grate. Slio joyfully consented, to es cape Mr. Druce. They had been at sea two clays before lie appeared. Ho had taken his passage on the same vessel and Mabel suspected that it was a plur.ncd thing between him and her mother. She then determined to have nothing to bay to him, and she disregarded all his attentions and solicitations. When they landed in Australia, her mother insisted on taking another name, Buying that she had ill-luck enough with the one they bore, and that a change might bring them better fortune. Thus it was that Pearl did a or. know tins name of Beceroft. For years Mr. Druce did not relinquish his pursuit of her; but after one last and unsuccessful appeal he left her and she. never saw liis face again. Then her mother died, and she was left alone with her child. She led a hard life, and when Pearl was ten years of age, she determined to come home to the old place. She had saved money enough to pay for her passage, and she took it in The Rising Sun. She had no idea that Mr. Druce was a passenger in the ship. When they left England he was with her by design; but now it was chance—or fate, as I mentally said at this portion of her story. She was too ill to come on deck until the night of the wreck, and then a humane passenger conceived the idea of saving the two children, Pearl and Bob, by lash ins them to one spar. While he made Pearl secure, Mabel held Dob, his own mother having been washed overboard during the night; and when the vcsel suddenly sunk, Mabel had Bob in her arms. Rising from the water, she recognized me; then the child was snatched from her, and she remembered no more, until she found herself on a rock with two men. Two per.' " She read the story from beginning to end, and we listened in delight. "Mother," then said our child, "if three pumpkins were to suddenly pop on to the table—" "Mind, my darling! They might! Strange things happen." "Well, if they did, and you had a fairy wand, and wanted to make a present to everybody—everybody mother!—this Christmas, what would you change them into?" Ky wife nestled closer to me. "Well, mother, what should the first pumpkin be?" "Faith, my darling.' "And the second?" "Love." "And the third?" "Charity." A blciwod Trinity, indeed! tor Touring, S the holiday season Is now upon us the far-seeing cyclist Is looking up maps and itineraries and genet-ally planning his holiday either in Britain or on the continent, says a writei in the Irish Cyclist This Is comparatively an easy task compared to the selection of the baggage, which he wll take with him on his journey Most cyclists at one time or another o their career Indulge In the luxury of £ tour, and It may safely be said that no one instance is there of the man who knows accurately what to take with him and what to leave behind, unless, of course, that man has the experience «f tours already made to guide him. Others favor the handlebar carriers, I Shockley Is a member of the mt It has been found Ig practice that Athletic Association. He made the trtfr THE END. HER SUCCESSFUL SCHEME. wont slowly upstairs. Then I myself threw open the street-door. 1 also heard the cry; and the instinct of affection, or remorse, led me to suspect from whose overcharged bosom it had proceeded. My instinct guided me aright. Outside by the window a woman crouched, hiding her face from me. "Mabel," I said. At the sound of my voice the woman crouched lower and lower, with sobs that might have come from a broken heart. •'Mabel," 1 said again, "you need not fear me no\v. My passion is spent." An unexpected note of tenderness in ray voice gave her courage to raise her •head—to rise from the ground, and face me. "Forgive me; oh, forgive me!" she said, holding out her arms imploringly, "but I should have died had I stopped away. You spoke of a child—Pearl!— whom you saved from the wreck, aiul who'is here with you! If you were not mocking me, if you have a spark of mercy in your breast, let me see her! Oh. my heart, my heart!" "Hush! you will alarm her! I have heard strange things to-night, and we must speak plainly to each other, without reservation and without suspicion. Come inside." I drew her into the room, and once tuore—oh, thank Goci! once more!—a single roof covered all I had loved in the world. I bid her sit down by the fire, and to speak in a low tone, "My mother is abed, and perhaps at the point of death. The child I spoke of is with her. Mabel, this is the most solemn moment of our lives. If I have wronged you—and I pray to God that I have!—I will do my best to make atonement. Tell me your story, and as you believe there is a God in heav- sji, speak the truth!" CHAPTER XXVIII. OU whose hearts are more tender, whose wisdom is greater than mine, will have divined much Which, until this night, was hidden from me. Briefly let we sot down the substance pf my wife's sad words. When I left home after our marriage, she had, go^ into the country to her v-uarter-boats had been launched from the ship; each supposed the other to be lost—but both were saved. Mabel and her companions were taken from the rock into the boat, and after pulling tor two days In a contrary direction from the course we had taken, a homeward-bound vessel sighted them, smd tlio passengers wero taken aboard. Arriving home in safety, Mabel found, to her astonishment, that my mother was alive, but blind and in poverty. Mabel told her story, and received an account of my last interview with nvy mother. From her woman's instinct my mother knew that Mabel spoke the truth, and the two became friends again. What remains to bo said? That Mabel gullied-bard and miserable subsistence by her needle, and out of her scanty earnings had never allowed a week to pass without assisting the mother of the man whom she had loved devotedly and faithfully, through good and evil report. It was enough. Long before the end of the story was reached, doubt had flown from my soul; and when the last words were spoken, I knelt before the good and pure •woman, and humbly begged forgiveness for my crime—for it was no less. Need I say how my appeal was met? It is women such as the cno I had the happiness to call K-.y wife who purify the world. "Como, my wife, and see your child." Softly we stole into the bedroom. My mother ami our child were asleep. In an agony of joy, Mabel pressed her lips to Pearl's face, to her neck, to her hands, to her dress; but with such divine tenderness and gentleness as not to awakeu our darling. My heart went up to God the beneficent! Suddenly my mother stirred in her bed. "Amos!" sho cried. Then, "Mabel!" We went to her side. "You are together, my children.'Yes, dear mother." How nn Ingenious Aunt KHVCI! Her Nephew from DriiiilcuiuiCHfl. It was a striking couple that entered a carriage last Wednesday in front of the Hotel Savoy. Both were tall, of fine figure and easy grace, says the New York Herald. The man looked on the sunny side of 50; the woman, some years younger, was of the Juno type. Their eyes and complexions had a dash of the Spanish, while their talk and manners were French. "Curious history that man has had," remarked a hotel lounger. "He conies of a rich creole family in the Pontchartrain district of Louisiana. They were Immensely wealthy before the war and managed to hold on to most of their estates. His wife, also a Creole, was educated with the most expensive polish abroad. Though married now for many years, they're lovers yet. He was a wild young blade drinking, dueling and gambling. Hib family tried all means to curb him, but he broke every bit. "One night he was taken home paralyzed with champagne. His old maiden aunt had un inspiration. She hurried off a trusted negro to New Orleans for a burial casket—silver handles, satin lining. Flowers were picked from the garden and she arranged candles and crucifix. When the casket arrived the paralyzed youth was plac?d carefully in it, while the dear old schemer stayed up with "the remains." It was some time before he recovered enough consciousness to grasp the funeral outfit, but the old lady's artifice did the business. IJ; was the eye-opener he needed. That was his last debauch." many of these interfere greatly with 9 steering of the machine, as well as )eing In the way of brake of bell. But by far the best way, according to our way of thinking, is to have a carrier which can be built up over the back wheel so that the whole ot the bag* gage can be placed abaft the saddle. At first this arrangement Interferes a little w .1 mounting and dlamountlng.but it Is a difficulty which is got over by a very little practice, and In a few fides will not be noticed at all. What to take is the next Important item. The writer has toured extensively, both at home and abroad, and each one of his journeys has been signalized by a gradually decreasing amount of baggage. The most Important Item Is that ot clothing, and In the first Instance the cycler should be well rigged out In outer and under clothing of the all-wool system. His underclothing, as a matter of fact, should be very light, but his jacket should be of tolerably heavy proportions, ns he can carry an alpaca jacket weighing only an ounce or two, which can be used on very hot days, while the heavier jacket keeps him from feeling chilly when the sun has gone down. Combinations from neck to heel are capital things, and a spare one can be carried In the kit, which with a pair of stockings should be all that is necessary for spare cloth- Ing. We don't recommend the carrying of collars If the rider Is going upon a prolonged journey. They are bulky, soon get dirty and are difficult to get washed. Tho observance of this Item will oave the cycler much trouble. Ot toilet necessaries, a comb, toothbrush, soap and toothpowder should bo enough. especially to take part In the tourna ment, and with only a little practice over the course, captured the cup ftftef an interesting series of trial heats. Shockley was mounted on a Victor geared to seventy-seven. The wtnnfcf llustrated that weight was not the sots essential for success, as he tipped tnd scales at 49 pounds less than the ttfitt who finished second. The Associated club's contest aroused public Interest in this sort of competition, and since then there has been talk ot another event lor the championship of the east. The essential conditions ot a coasting competition are Interesting, the principal rule reading: "the body shall be a8 rigid as possible, and the feet shall not be removed from their perch until the rider dismounts or falls off. 'Sculling, wabbling ot the head or body, the wab- bling or alg-zagglng of the wheel, o^ taking the course of another contestant when less than two open lengths ahead shall be considered foul riding and be sufficient cause for the disqualification, of the contestant. Touching the pedals for any reason whatsoever shall also be cause for disqualification.' Sodcn's Sollil Stand. President A. H. Soden of the Boston" club is the first league magnate to openly condemn rowdy ball playing and unsportsmanlike behavior on the part of spectators who patronize the Boston grounds. He has caused to be circulated a notiC3 to the public that any* bzody who openly attempts to rattle a visiting team or who uses abusive r,if> of u Soutli Afrlcuu r.uilj. Ill South Africa the women some- timei. i.-eod a set of accomplishments differing from those of New York. The feminine graces might be at a disadvantage when not backed up by more than the usual feminine force. At least that is what the experience of Mrs. Johann Colenbrander, who la now. being feted in England as a heroine of Buluwayo, would seem to indicate. "J. cannot remember the time," said Mrs. Colenbrander, to an English interviewer, "when I was without a horse and gun." Her familiarity with these masculine belongings has more than once stood her in good stead. For amusement this sturdy lady has enjoyed such things as a month's lion hunting with her husband and King Lobengula, a three month's visit at Cecil Rhodes' place, in the Matoppos hills, where conferences with savage chieftains and inspections of the Hill camp were the entertainments. She is said to understand the language, customs and prejudices of the natives better than any other living woman, in addition to which she is handsome, and an adept in the art of dress. W. A..SHOCKLEY. The object of this article is, however, not directed to this sort of Individual; it is to him who has not that experience, who wants to tour and yet likes advice. Anxious mothers, sisters or wives are apt to persist that it is absolutely necessary that this, that or the other should be taken. Friends who have toured before assure him that on no account must he go without, so and so, and what with one and the other, the advice of the man who takes too much and the advice of the man who takes too little, our would-be tourist is muddled very much before he commences | bis journey. 1 • ' " i I The •suggestion about the man who takes too much and the man who lakes too little is eloquent, for here wo have views diametrically opposed. Some men load themselves up with unnecessary baggage to such an extent that their tour is one of toil and discomfort. Others take so little that in a similar way they suffer extreme discomfort. The safest way, therefore, it would appear, is the one which takes the middle course, and this is the one which we intend to take. ! In connection with baggage, the most important is, first of all, to obtain a good luggage carrier. The cycle accessory makers are so enterprising now 'that this is not difficult. Many riders .favor the case which fits into the •framework of the machine and is strapped on to the main tubes. Provided that this carrier is not too bulky so as to Interfere with the knees and that it is light, this is not a bad plan. of Two Counties. Although not posing as the champion of Eastern Connecticut, that distinction has been given to Harry E. Morse of Putnam, Conn., by the critics of that section. Morse did his first track racing in 1895, and his success since then has been uniform. His first training was done on the country roads of Windham county. In a race at Danielson last fall he broke the track record for half a mile, doing the distance In 1:02. It remained also for Morse to establish a new mile record for the Woodstock fair grounds track. Foi a long time the best mile for course stood at 2:28. Without much o an effort on his part young Morse ,cu eight seconds off this mark, and will probably lower his own record when he competes there next month. This was a very poor track for cycle racing, but it has been improved this season, and better time will no doubt result in future races. On July 5 of this year the Putnam rider captured the 'Windham and Now London county championship, decided at Norwich. Morse is only 20 years of age and in condition PRESIDENT SODEN. language in addressing remarks to umpires or players will be ejected from the grounds. Soden, it is said, will also offer a resolution at the fall meeting of the National league, to be held in Philadelphia, that the rowdies of the ball field be suspended. President Hart and A. G. Spalding of the Chicago club and President Byrne of the Brooklyn club, are^ said to be ready to back Soden up wiih radical measures. HARRY E. MORSE. weighs about 157 pounds.—New York Press. A 4!roat Performer. To coast 6,407 feet and 7 inches is a performance that few could equal under the conditions that prevailed at the tournament of the Associated Cycling Clubs of the city of New York, decided on Cedar Grove hill (New Jersey) on Aug. 28. W. A. Shockley, however, made this record, and thereby won first prize over a field comprising some of Tholr Birthplace Sold. The last traces of the old Indiana base ball league were removed last week by the sale of the league park in Anderson. The league was formed In 1891. and proved very successful. Anderson won the pennant, and was the only team which cleared money. The circuit was composed of Fort Wayne, Peru, Bluffton, Marlon, Kokomo, Muu- cie, Elkhart and Anderson. All efforts to reorganize since that year have been unsuccessful. Anderson is now left without a base ball park for the first time in her history. Her park was about three blocks from the public square, and when new was one of the prettiest in the country. On this field Hemming, Fisher, Goar, Bobby Gale, Nops, Inks, and many other fairly good pitchers made their initial bows. Callahan of Chicago has pitched, twenty-two games this season, winning twelve. Between times he has been used to fill vacancies. He has played third, short, second, left, center and right the most expert coasters in the east, fields. mother, who She kept her «ta not there "Thank God! Amos, put your arms round me. Listen! I hear your father tailing, 'Yo, heave, ho!' Dear ones, good-bye, for a little while!" To-morrow is Christmas day, and I am alone, vritlng the concluding words. Tow Wren is coming to spend Christmas with us. Last night my wife and child and I were Bitting together In our little parlor tlolly and mistletoe were already on'the wajla, pvlandtng two picture? which I have had dj;awn, one of njy old. 1119 t-tfeei Pi 8SWWIB* A Stas Hunt in Siberia. The English traveler Atkinson cle- j scribes the following scsne which took place in Siberia: "Two hunters were chasing a stag and followed him from valley to valley until they arrived at a rocky portion of the country. Undaunted, they kept on, aid toward evening had driven him to a pass, with a precipice upon one side and a deflla upon the other. Here, while in hot pursuit, they saw the animal hesitate, as though afraid to advance. Supposing that some wild animal barred his passage, they kept on, when suddenly two bears leaped out of the bushes, and joined in the chase of the stag. The poor animal, turning short to one side leaped, the precipice, making a bound of thirty-three feet, and landing upon the summit of a rock detached from the principal mass. One of the bears attempted to follow him, over- calculating his strength, fell into the abyss, while the othev stopped upon the edge of the precipice^ grpwling with rage. Our <?Q9sackj |e.nt him to his comrade Jo the heaven, pf ,, by shooting li.y<,^ r & sUei? 1 i ^ ' ,*< V<f .ftTi W-.

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