The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 29, 1897 · Page 8
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 8

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, December 29, 1897
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SAJWONA IOWA, WEDNESDAY ",- assured them 2 HE people of St. Luis park that New Year's eve ''' looking to the east saw under the towering white crests % ot the Sierra Blan- / OSSKM hJJi ca a hlgh smoke '^j$!Mj Pillar rising with / Wmw7^, the sky, and it brought joy to their hearts, for it now, as It did after every great storm, that Sim Belden was still alive, still able to r grub under the foot of the ever- threatening avalanches for the fortune he had left the world to win. Sim Belden was a tall, handsome giant of 30, who had come from no one knew where. The few who knew him thought he was unsocial, and those with whom he traded at Garland believed that he had hit upon a rich find under the snow line, and that he would make it hot for the man who tried to be his neighbor. Sim.Belden had been mining alone In the Sierra Blanca, but during the past twelve months he had a companion, a young Ute lad named Pedro, whom he had found dying and aban- .'doned-over on the headwaters'of the Del^Norte; When Sim Belden, without any process of law, became Pedro's guardian, -that-youth's knowledge of English was confined to the one word, "damn." His acquaintance with Spanish was a little more extensive. He knew that buenos dias meant "good day;" sabe, "understand;" si, senor, "yes, sir," and dlnero, "money." But there is a language of signs which all understand. Sim had just come up from Garland burdened with a great pack of eatables, and a proportionate amount of drinkables, for the traditions of his youth led him to believe that both were essential to a popular observance of the season. This evening in the cabin, after supper, Sim Belden was unusually talkative, and, forgetting or ignoring that Pedro's comprehension of English was limited, he rattled on like one thinking aloud and wishing for no comment on what be said. "It's been no end of a fine day, Pedro—just like the New Year eyes we Used to have back in the Alleghanies •when I was a boy like you. But tonight we'll pay for it, and I'm much , afraid tomorrow will be a regular 9!" ifipw.Jto? New Year's day," " fteelfe that the white man hesitated Pedro Jpptoed wo»der,ingly up and 8»ld, _ Belden Jit his pipe and throwing himself on a cinnamon bearskin before the fire, looked at Pedro f6r a few minutes and tfce» wejat pn, "Of e , w .Vi y° u w *sn't evjer i» love?" Pedro S&1& "Pl« eenor," and. scratched. his bead }ike. one perplex?/!. hope yo,u jwver wjll, Jf ypu, be tfijRk that W#y, CQmjnjit or of a man either, for the matter of that. "Now, Pedro. I ain't in the habit of giving myself away. I'm one of the kind that keeps his trouble to "himself, but there's something 'bout New Year's that makes one confidential like." "Si, senor," said Pedro, as he extended his lithe form toward the warming fire. Sim Belden turned over on his breast, and resting his bearded chin on his upturned palms, looked at the dancing flames and continued: "There was never a man loved his Brother as I loved my brother Jack. Two years younger'n me, and handsome as a picture—no wonder Alice Thorpe shook me for him. But it wasn't fair. That's why I kicked. When our raft went to pieces on the Susquehanna years and years ago, it was Jack that, not caring for himself, dove under the logs and fished me out. But often and often, as I've sat by this fire as I'm doing now, I wished he'd have let me drown. It's no use to save a life and curse it. "Jack was always wild, and when father died and left all the property to me except $5 for him, I put my arm about him and said: 'Never mind, Jack. I'll divvy fair. So long as I've got a dollar 60 cents of it is yours.' Then he kissed me like when we were boys, and there were tears on my cheek that did not come from my eyes." The giant's voice became hoarse, and while he was clearing his throat Pedro gave utterance to his first English word. "Damn!" "Yes, Pedro, that's Just how I often feel. You see I can't blame him for falling in love with her, for heaven nevar made a prettier woman; but It was the deceit on both sides. You understand?" "Si, senor." "Curious enough, it was Just three years ago this very New Year's eve when I discovered them in the hall of her house talking in loving whispers and with his arm about her. My God! I felt like striking the two dead, but I bit my lip till the blood came; then I galloped back home, where my aunt wai the housekeeper, for mother was "WHITE MAN! WHITE MAN!" dead, I said nothing to her, but I wrote two notes—one to Jack, leaving him all the property, and the other to Alice Thorpe, telling her I'd discovered she was false and asking her to marry my brother. Then I started for the west, and the We before me was gloomy as the .canon depth? QB a cloudy midnight. "At pret I felt like changing my name; but, as J'd never brought disgrace on It, I let Jt stan<l. What matters A name to a man, who's left the bfJOijd, fpreyer? , StQry, Pjdro,. Tfta|'s slightest comprehension of the secret that had been confided to him. Sim Belden was about to speal again, but he changed from his purpose by a rush, a roar, and a crasli that filled the air and shook the eartl as if the mountain was tumbling intc St. Luis park. "A snowsllde! Thank God there's no one on the trail between here and arland tonight!" Sim Belden sat up and looked at the Indian boy, whose lean face and black eyes were filled with an expression of intent anxiety. "What is it, Pedro? What do you hear, man? Speak out!" For reply Pedro bounded to his feet, and pointing in the direction of the trail he shouted: "White man! White man!" In an instant Sim had the door open, The whirling snow clouds limited hie 'A HAPPY NEW YEAR, DEAR SIM! 1 ' vision to the path of light before the open door, but above the roaring of the storm he heard the cry: "Help! For God's sake, help! "Stay here and keep the door open!" That is what Sim Belden shouted as he buttoned up his fur coat and leaped down the snow-piled trail. Pedro had no conception of the ordinary measure of time, but it seemed to him that at least a day had passed since the white man had disappeared. At length his heart was gladdened as he saw him breasting through the snow and bearing another white man in hia arms, Sim Belden staggered into the cabin, and laid h'is burden on the fur covered floor, and the instant he saw the face of the unconscious man he dropped on his knees, took the head in his arms and cried out as he kissed the face so like his own. "Jack! Jack! O God, it's Jack! Do you hear me? Lookup! Here's Sim! Here's Sim, asking you on hla knees to forgive him!" Sim and Pedro stripped off the wet clothes, rubbed the white form till the glow of life came back, and placed him in a bunk and wrapped him in furs, By the time a steam punch was ready Jack Belden rubbed his eyes ant looked about him. Then from the bunk two white arms were extended and he sobbed: "After years of seeking I've found you, Sim!" There i9 nothing more sacred than the tears of honest, strong men. Pedro looked on is wonder, and, though he could not understand what was said, he realized that one had come who was nearer to his guardian's heart than himself, but he felt no pangs of jealousy. After a time Jack Belden fejt strong enough to sit up. He looked at his watch, and wetog that It was after midnight, he reached, out bis ha»4 to bis brother and said; ' "A. happy New year, dear simr Ana holding bio lather's band, learned At Qatland of SIm'a Mdln| place. Bat therd was wore to tell. When Sim discovered him with Alice Thorpe, lust three years before this, he was telling the girl that he had become engaged to her cotiain Ethel, and was begging her to plead his case with the father and mother of his betrothed. "Since the day you left, Sim, I've been a changed man, and a drop of liquor hasn't passed my lips. But it is not of myself, but of Alice I would speak. She was ever true to you, and though she thinks you dead.she Is still rue to your memory, and tonight by the fire In the old home, where she gave you her love, she is weeping for a dead one who thought her false." The storm continued the next day, but in all that wild land no cabin held two happier hearts than those of the brothers reunited under the eaves of the avalanche far up the Sierra Blana. Shortly after this Sim Belden sold out his claim and accompanied his brother to the ,east. They took Pedro with them a'nd sent him to the Indian school at Carlisle, where he became a teacher. Every new year he visits his guardian and his wife, and the children of both brothers love him. His knowledge of English is perfect, and he fully comprehends the story told him by Sim Belden in the mountain shack that New Year's eve. THE VESTAL AT THE GATE. When today with vestal grace She stood before your dwelling place, Did you take her by the hand, Bid her welcome to the land, With the cordial love and greeting That we owe a friend at meeting? Fair and sweet to look upon Was this lily maid at dawn, With her dark locks flowing down, And her saffron hood and gown Set about with starry border, Symbol of her priestly order. And we owe to her, I hold. Whether she be kind or cold. Whether she being rue or myrrh When we lift our gates to her, Well and duly to receive her, Lest our sad complaining grieve her, What she brings us, heaven sent, Take your gift and be content, Though it be not what you sought, And your prayers seem set at naught, He knows best, who ruled the giving, What we need for holy living. Do not vex her with dismay At the pangs of yesterday, Nor disturb her heart in vain With the hint of coming pain; For a fell, impending sorrow May be God's best gift tomorrow. —Ola Moore. ETHEL'S NEW YEAR'S CALLER. All day long Ethel wished and wished that she was a grown-up lady like Sister Grace, so that she could have a New Year's caller. But the long, bright day went by and not a single call did she have. After supper she went slowly up into the parlor and looked discontentedly out of the window. Right under the gaslight she saw a glossy black cat. He took up first one paw and then the other out of the flaky snow and looked this way and that before starting on his journey once more. Then he ran along the sidewalk in front of Ethel's home and jumped quickly up the steps. "It's my caller!" exclaimed Ethel, breathlessly. "It truly is!" She opened the door and in walked pussy, over the fur rug, Into the parlor, and sat down in front of the fire. In a second Ethel was beside him, hugging and petting him. Pussy seemed to like it and curled himself up contentedly in Ethel's.lap. He purred very loud for a few minutes and then went to sleep. "It's my New Year's caller!" explained Ethel. "He came his own self, mamma, and I'm going to keep him forever!" Pussy has never made any objection to that plan and so Ethel still has her caller, and she says her New Year's THE PLAY BEHIND THE SCENES "IT'S MY CALLER!" EXCLAIMED ETHEL. call was the very best one, for it has lasted nearly a whole year. MARJORY DEANS. In the Holiday*. chilly when returns come IB, And you have done your part, To find that the majority Gave you the marble heart. 'Tia chilly when you woo To have 9 rival win, And get Invited, finally To see her majry girl But, ah, the coldest thing of all In thi9 »Wii Rwatb, 89 doubt, Jjp to be told at 6 a. m. The Work That Is Don* and th« Thnt Is Spent. We all date our brief examination of the history of a play from the moment the manager of the theater, ot, perhaps, the actor-manager, accepts the work and decides to "put it on;" though, indeed, most plays, evert at that early stage, have already a long and checkered past, says Leslie's Weekly. The stage manager takes the typewritten, oilcloth covered manuscript, in which form the play at this time has its material existence, and proceeds to cut, slash, &nd generally remodel it, by means of a robust blue pencil. If the author is a man (or woman, we ought to say nowadays) of experience, he diplomatically assists at this operation, which means his practical acquiescence in all of the stage manager's somewhat dogmatic views. If he does not acquiesce, the stage manager goes on cutting and slashing just the same, while the author gnashes his teeth in impotent rage. Then the play is cast — that is to say, its parts are distributed to the members of the stock company of the theater, or the company supporting the "star." If such organization is not already in existence, the people have to be found and specially engaged, under contracts as easily breakable (by the manager) as pie crust. Their pay does not begin until the actual public presentation of the piece, though their hardest work is done during the weeks, perhaps months, of rehearsal. Meanwhile, the stage manager has prepared a "scene plot," wherewith to start the scene painters, stage carpenters, electricians and gasmen at their respective jobs. A list of "properties" Is drawn up, including all furniture and accessories used in each act, and every separate article called for, from an imitation elephant to a forged will. If the play be a costume piece (requiring foreign or fancy dress, or clothes of another period than today), these have to be designed, fitted and made to order for the principals of the cast. The wigmaker receives extensive and divers orders. The leader of the orchestra has troubles of his own with the incidental music. Finally a call is posted and the company assembles for tho first rehearsal. This may be in the theater where the play is to be presented, or in any other house that happens to be unoccupied at the moment. It is not matter — all stages aro alike, behind the curtain. They are all bleak, dark, draughty and dusty, and always smell of gas. Time, 10 a. m. — The stage manager, sitting enthroned at a little table at the front and center of the stage, with the manuscript before him and a movable bunch-light at his side, dominates the scene. The cavernous gloom of the empty theater stretches beyond. On the stage the actors and actresses are huddled in little whispering groups. The stage manager calls time, and the first words .of the play are spoken for the first time officially. It is a reading reihearsal, the actors having their parts — little typewritten brochures, with the cues red-lined — in their hands. 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