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ABILENE, DICKINSON COUNTY, KANSAS, DECEMBER 27, 1888.
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Written for the IIzflectok.
The God of Gold.
BY JOHN PKE3TON CAMPBELL.
'Twas in a 6ummer'e twilight fair
VcnuB sought and found me there,
Baying, "Whieli,my boy, shall it be.
Love or Gold thro life, for thee?
Make choice, for thou scem'th wise;
I'm Love Queen of the skies;
If with my flaxen tresses you'd toy.
Hither hasten thou, fair-faced boy.
Into this bower of beautiful green
And be taught by the Love Queen;
Thou may'st of her learn a charm
Which will thro life do no harm;
But not so with the god of gold
That's furnished by Plutus, I'm told,
People chase after him still
When ho their coffers doth fill;
But love's a sweet sounding namo
Which brings delight to the brain,
Enchanting with visions of blisb.
Most bewitching, indeed, it is
Say, my boy, which shall it be?
If gold, I'll call Plutus to thee."
I said: "Fair queen, I don't know
Why you have thus come to mo; O,
As for love, I can't quite say
That the bent of my mind's that way;
Besides, with gold one could build
A mansion most richly filled
With plenty of comforts and books,
Edibles, gentle and kindly cooks;
Tho fairest things of the times
May be purchased with golden chimes;
The very best seat In the church,
At theater the loftiest perch:
In a word, to speak pointedly plain.
There's little gold will not gain;
8o, dear queen, If you don't caro
I'll mako choice of gold for my share."
I could see that her heart was hurt.
She didn't care to longer flirt;
So, very politely bidding me "adiou,"
Sho said, "I'll send Plutus to you;"
And away from the grove sho sped,
On, straight upward, over my head.
When I beheld the richness of her
Gauzy, ruffled, outflowing wrapper.
And tho very mild light of her eye.
As she threw a glance from the sky,
I feign would have changed my vow,
But 'twas too late to think of it now;
She'd already passed from my sight.
Into the deep of darksome night;
I felt quite a little timid to stay
Waiting for Plutus to como that way,
For I was then in a pine-tree grove
Where ghosts would sometimes rove;
It the talcs of tattlers be true.
Their numbers were anything but few;
However, I had called for his coining.
And so, I would wait without running.
Soon there camo a bearded old fellow,
Clad in a garb of peppery yellow;
Then, leaning his head on his hand,
He said, "Yours, sir, to command."
"Art Plutus," said I, "the god of wealth?
If so, fill each crevico and shelf
In and about my yonder fine home.
And put on its top a golden dome;
For I've chosen wealth of thee
Instead of the love of Venus so free,
Who went away in a kind of spell
Because I slighted her; ah! well.
When I've all the wealth you'll give
Sometime I may go with her to live."
"Nay, thou dost not understand.
Thou must glean guineas from the land;
But I hold a little miniature here.
A god of gold that's very dear.
Take this as a model to your mind
And plenty of gold you'll find;
But remember this, my useful friend,
All things you must continual bend
And weave around this little image
In tho world's rush and scrimmage.
Else the model I now give to you
Will bring little gold into view;
For it is something like a wand
Which operates only by command;
Moreover, thou must fairly worship it.
Or from thee it will slyly flit,
With Its little wings unfurled.
Back unto me in the upper world.
Pray remember what I say to you,
For my every uttered word is true."
So saying, he handed me the god;
I took It and threw it on tho sod.
Resolved that there it might stay;
That I wouldn't give my liberty away;
That books were better far for me
Than all the gods of a golden sea.
Now, as thus I relieved my mind,
I looked around, Plutus to find.
But the sly chap had silently gone
' TJp tho celestial hefghtto the dawn;
So, kind reader, there now, behold,
I was alone with my god of gold.
I thought for a moment, you sec.
That from that Image I'd flee
Kever again to touch the small thing,
Which had on no hat or covering:
But as I turned from thence to go
A kind of boding through me did flow.
Least someone should, without delay.
Come and steal the god of gold away.
For some time I meditated there
What to do with the golden god so fair.
Finally, I picked the image up,
Which was no larger than a cup;
I walked with rapid step and free
As if It gave new life to me;
I placed it on my book case high
And looked at it with sidelong eye.
Ever as the days wore on apace,
Tho little imago was before my face;
I gathered up some golden crumbs,
In the fair land of setting suns;
Quite enough for want's supply.
Ere the god went winging to the sky.
As Plutus said it would, you know
I ceased to worship it long ago;
For after my first fond, boyish fit
Of fairy fascination had passed away,
I'd rather with tho Muses stray.
Although I chose ihe god of gold
Against the wish of Venus, famed of old,
I continued to think of her above
Until thinking wrought in my bosom love
And Cupid sped his silver arrows near,
Cutting cunning antics cute and queer;
So I strayed by many a winding rill
Becking and bowing to romance at will;
Penning lines to the fringed eyes
Of many a darling under the skies,
Or hymning some sentimental lay
About the coming eternity of day;
Or of the thyme blossoms' bloom,
Or the mill-pond's silvery flume,
Gurgling forth some doomed one's sighs
Whose life was lost where the hero dies.
Of course, neglect of the golden god
Made Plutus shun me many a rod;
And Venus, too, having had a slight.
Sauntered far off in the failing light.
I ofttimes thought to woo her back,
But a wunt of faith she did lack.
It seems, in my pretentions fair.
For these she'd once tested with care;
And 'tis a notion very peculiar to her
Never thereafter to make a second stir.
In seeking to regain a lover bold
After he has chosen the god of gold ;
For hurt her wounded heart remains,
She wishes not to awaken love-pains
That have slumbered through the years
Of sighs and deep regretful tears;
After once having been slighted so,
As above described in rythmic flow. r
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Had my choice been lovely Venus fair,
To her silvery tinted castle in tho air
Sho most probably would have taken mo
Wonderously glowing 6lghts to see;
But one can't future events discry
The same as Heaven with undimmed cyo,
And. granting that the choice be wrong.
Perchance, should he sing no song?
Tahte not the dew of another lip?
Of sweets and fair things never sip?
Invest not with smiles and sighs
In life's lottery for another prize?
Never experience the mingled bliss
Of love or madness lurking in a kiss?
Avaunt! Such doctrine I condemn.
It hath naught to do with mortal men;
Venus herself would doubtless hold
That I, forsaken by tnogod of gold.
Would be simple to sit in the sun
And repine for youthful mishapsdone
When there are so many inviting groves
Where the bright, mirthful maiden roves;
And angels themselves come down to see
The blisses of mutual conviviality.
Let who will choose the god of gold,
To mirth and music I will hold.
Caring but little if Venus pass me by.
For I know a beauty with bewitching eye
Ono or more in each clime of too world
Where my manuscript hath been unfurled.
So that I've been seldom long alone
Since the god of gold hath flown.
Written for the Reflector.
THE TRANSFORMATION.
A Christmas Story.
HUBERT H. KANE.
The Gouldens were a very aristo
cratic people; in fact the most aristo
crats people in the beautiful little
city of Millmont. They lived in a mag
niflceut stone mansion that stood b
itself, just on the outskirts of the city,
on the eastern slope of a forest crowned
hill. From its elevated position a view
of the entire city could be had, as it la
spread out like a map on the hillside
and iu the valley below, and across and
for miles up and down the beautiful
Ues Plaines, with its wooded shores
and numerous islands, which, with the
changes of the seasons, presented a
picture of indescribable beauty: the
tender green of spring, the more solid
colors of the summer interwoven with
ihe more brilliant hues of blossom aud
flower, the brown and crimson and gold
of autumn, and even in wintertime
there was a charm in the picture oi
naked woods and slow covered plain
standing out against the background of
gray sky, and the icebound river wind
ing in and out among the more somber
colors of the forests like a broad silver
ribbon.
And at night, when the lamps were
lighted and shone out brilliantly over
the landscape, it could be seen for
miles, and appeared like a beacon light
to guide the weary traveler. But never
a haven of refuge did it prove to any
nocturnal wanderer; for along with
being the most aristocratic, the Goul
dens were the most exlusive family in
the neighborhood. All this haughti
ness was due, however, to the influence
of Mrs. Goulden; for her husband, the
leading banker of Millmont, was nat
urally a kind hearted man; but being an
indefatigable worker in his business be
gave all his time to it and paid very
little attention to social matters. She
'was absolute ra&r at iiowe, and bee
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influence was felt and noticed on every
thing that came within her sphere.
Even her children, and she had three
beautiful ones, (two girls and a boy,
the former twins seven years old, and
the latter five years old on Christmas
day) possessed that same haughty
bearing which marred, or rather de
stroyed, that most charming of all
graces, childhood's innocence.
Xot even during this happy Christ
mas time, the happiest season of the
year, a season which, for upwards of
eighteen hundred years has brought
joy and gladness into every Christian
home in every land, when we introduce
this family to our readers, did the
haughty spirit which pervaded this
home for a moment relax.
It is true that Christmas was cele
brated within the narrow limits of the
family circle with as much elegance as
it was possible for wealth, such as they
possessed, to display. The Christmas
dinner, I suppose, was as delicious as
man ever indulged in, but the stranger
--even their nearest neighbor never
shared its sweetness. In all his great
circle of acquaintances old Santa Claus
had no more particular favorites than
the children of this magnificent home.
The mother's presents were certainlv
the most beautiful and costly that were
exhibited at church on Christmas morn
ing; but the flash of her diamonds had
no tempering influence upon the frost)
atmosphere, nor did her beautiful robes
add any warmth to the shivering child
of poverty who passed her on the street.
On this particular Christmas eve
Mrs. Goulden had driven down to the
city in her beautiful shell-like cutter,
behind her spirited horses, to add a
few more to her already numerous pur
chases, and to bring her husband home
from the bank, something that she waf
in the habit of doing whenever the
weather permitted.
She had finished her shopping and
was returning, accompanied by hei
husband, when in passing a book store
she remembered an article that had
attracted her attention there a few days
oefore, and which she now desired t(
secure. She alighted from the sleigl
aud entered the brilliantly illuminated
store, not noticing as she passed him, a
ragged little urchin who stood with his
hands in his pockets and his nose
pressed almost flat against the plate
.rlass, drinking in with hungry eyt-s thul
fairy scene within. He seemed to have
forgotten his presentcondition and sur
foundings. So deeply interested was
he in contemplation of the beautiful
Mght that he unconsciously shifted his
position until he stood directly in front
f the door just as Mrs. Goulden came
hurrying out. She ran againsc him
with such force as to almost dash the
u tides which she carried out of hei
.lands. SLe recovered herself and
pushed the boy rudely from her while
i frown darkened her handsome fea
tures. As the boy reeled against v
pillar, his pale, half-starved features,
lighted by his big wistful eyes, were
turned towards her, and as she beheld
them a strange feeling took possession
of her; the frown disappeared and a
took almost of sadness took its place.
She got into her sleigh and wrapped
the warm, soft furs about her, but be
fore she drove away she turned to look
back once more at. the little waif, foi
such he happened to be. But he
had returned to the contemplation of
his fairy scene, his nose pressed
against the glass and seemingly obliv
ious to everything else.
The snow had begun to fall afresh
and the Gouldens drove home as rap
idly as possible. But somehow, even
in the warmth and brilliancy of her
mansion, this haughty lady could not
drive from her mind the picture of
that pale face set with its big melan
choly eyes; it appeared very distinctly
to her when she went to arrange three
pairs of little stockings and help Santa
Claus fill them to the top with good
things. And again, when she went to
their bedroom to fix the children for
the night the same influence must have
been over her. for she held each litt e
form in her arms longer than was hei
wont, and pressed her lips more pas
sionately to theirs.
Meanwhile, down in the city the
busy throng had finished their shop
ping aud one by one had disappeared
from the stores and streets. The last
customer had left the store where our
little waif was standing and the pro
prietor having turned out the lights,
locked the doors and went away.
!Not until then did the child awake
to a realization of his surroundings.
The snow was now falling thick and
fast and the air was piercing cold. He
turned toward the street, but the storm
drove him back to the meager shelter
of the doorway. It is true, the shelter
which he expected to find for his rest
ing place this night was little better
than where he stood, but it would save
him from being covered up with the
snow and break the force of the wind.
This peculiar habitation which had
sheltered him from the night air during
the two weeks past, was nothing but a
big hogshead that lay in the rear of a
large retail store; bnt with its lining of
straw had made a comparatively com-
I for table lodging. He would try to find
it, so, gftttaeriag bia acaatr coveting
more closely about him, he dashed into
thestreet and hurried away through
the storm and darkness.
Oh, but it was cold! The wind was
momentarily rising, and as each pierc
ing gust went sweeping by it seemed
to cut him to the very marrow of his
bone3. The fine snow drifted aud
whirled and eddied about him. filling
his eyes and compelling him to turn in
every direction to avoid being blinded.
Several times he rushed through the
tdleys in the vain endeavor to find his
refuge. At last he realized the fact
that he was lost and he moaned aloud
n his pain and terror. He knew that
ne would soon freeze to death in this
awful storm. He wa3 weary almost to
fainting from buffetting the storm and
trudging through the snow whicn was
now knee deep. He had ceased to
weep and a sort of stupor began to
take possession of him. lie felt as
though he wanted to lie down in the
snow. A large gloomy building a
church loomed up before him; instinc
tively he turned toward its deep shel
tering porch. But when he reached
its threshold he was surprised to see
that it opened into a brilliantly lighted
room. Already he began to feel the
warmth that seemed to extend into the
niter air.
A peculiar hum as of many voices
speaking in low tones, fell upon his
ears and had a soothing effect upon his
evered brain; and then the sounds
changed into sweet strains of music.
He was so warm, and such a feeling of
rest and comfort pervaded his whole
being, that he could scarce restrain
himself from laughing aloud. But he
must lay down. He wauted to sleep.
He sank deep into what seemed o
him the softest of white downy beds.
Ee reached out and gathered the white
folds about him. His eyelids slowly
drooped; the soft sweet music contin
ued to sooth his senses, but gradually
grew faint and more distant, and at
ast ceased. There was a momentary
lull in the storm; the moou shone out
from a rift in the clouds, lighting up
the snow-shrouded earth and the deep
est recesses of the church porch and
revealing the features of the little
homeless wanderer lying there stiff and
cold in the embrace of death, wrapped
in his winding sheet of snow.
And here the old sexton found him
.vyhenjie came to opoi'the'irliursh doors
on Christmas morning. With the con
sent of the pastor, he carried the body
in and laid it in the hall of the parson
age, where the curious worshipers
came to view it.
When the Gouldens alighted from
heir sleigh at the church door that
morning their attention was attracted
by a group who were discussing the sad
iffair. Mr. Goulden stopped to learn
the full particulars. Balph, the five
vear old, had his curiosity aroused to
such a pitch that he insisted on his
mamma lakingLim to see the dead little
boy. She went with him reluctantly,
and when she saw that it was the little
waif whom she had treated so rudely
he evening before, who lay there so
still and cold, with the faint smile that
had come at the approach of death,
still hovering about his marble feat
ures, she was very sorely grieved.
The big brown melancholy eyes were
closed, and their long black lashes lay
upon the white cheeks, but she seemed
to see them as she did the night before
when they looked, half in wonder, half
in fear, up into hers.
"Come away" she said to her little
boy who was deep in contemplation of
what, to him, was a very strange sight.
They entered tne beautiful church
whose grand organ was already peal
ing forth a glorious Christmas anthem.
The bright winter sun shone through
the stained glass of the long memorial
windows and scattered bright patches
of color all over the interior of the
building. Mrs. Goulden looked up at
the ceiling, frescoed with pictures of
sweet faced cherubs floating among
fleecy clouds, and by a strange freak of
the mind the features of every one of
them appeared to be those of the iittle
frozen boy. It seemed to her that
never before had the "Gloria" been
sung with such exquisite power and
tone; never before had it echoed back
so exultantly from the high vaulted
ceiling of this temple dedicated to
Him whose birth they were this day
celebrating. But, somehow, she could
not drive from her mind the picture of
that dead child; beseemed to be insep
arably connected with her; she seemed
to be in a measure responsible for bis
death.
When the more sacred parts of the
services were over, and the clergyman
went up into the pulpit to pteach, and
looked around upon the upturned faces
of the multitude gathered there, with
an expression of sadness on ms own
features that was foreign to them,
every one present felt instinctively
what would be the character of his ser-mon-
l is hr art was filled to overflowing
with emotions conjured up by thoughts
of the poor little wanderer who lay
down to sleep in the snow on this
stormy Christmas eve to be wafted
away in the arms of pitying angels to
awake before the throne of his Savior.
Kever btfore Imd tbeir paatorpfeaobed
such an eloquent discourse. He told
the story of Christ's birth and life and
sufferings, of his love and labors for
the poor and the lowly, and the final
scene his ignominious death upon the
cross, that peace and chinty and good
will might dwell among men. in such
pathetic language that every heart was
touched to its most secret depths.
Mrs. Goulden's children gazed in
wide-eyed wonder at the preacher and
drank in every word that fell from his
trembling lips; this was all so new and
strange to them; they had never before
heard of the wayfarers, and thft stable
and the manger for a crib.
They turned to their mother for an
explanation but she was weeping. She
was thiuking of her past life and how
uncharitable it had been. She knew
that she could have fed and clothed a
thousand of these little ones and never
nave missed the cost.
There was a decided and permanent
change for the better in the inmates of
the Goulden mansion, after these re
markable occurrences.
That mansion stands there today,
and looks down upon the same beauti
ful and ever changing picture of city
and valley of winding river and mag
nificent forests, through the freshness
of springtime, the heat of summer, the
brilliant or hazy days of autumn, and
the gloomy months of winter; but to
one acquainted with its history there
appears about the place a chastened,
a more inviting atmosphere than sur
rounded it in the haughty days of old.
And, dear reader, if you were to go
with me tonight, and we should climb
that hillside, aud pass through the
broad gale aud up the driveway, and
tand in front of the mansion, I am
sure you would behold a very interest
ing scene. The lights, probably,
would be more brilliant than on ordi
nary occasions. A very busy noisy
throng of children of both sexes would
greet your view; and what would prob
ably astonish you most would be the
fact that they are not all well dressed:
some, indeed the majority of them, are
decidedly shabby. You would be very
;pt to see among them the little fellow
who polished your boots this morning,
or the little girl with the big blue eyes
who attracted your attention and your
sympathies at the street crossing,
because of her scanty apparel and the
bic basket of clothes tbafc she carried.
And there would be a great many
more just as poor aud just as shabby.
And passing among them with a pat
of the cheek and a kind word and a
smile for every one there, you would
see a handsome lady with large dark
eyes and hair slightly tinged with
grey. And if you could take a peep
behind that curtain that hangs at the
lower end of the double parlors, you
would see a Christmas tree of magnifi
cent proportions loaded down with
preseuts soon to be exhibited to make
glad the heart of every child within
the hall.
On every recurring Christmas eve
for fifteen years has the scene been
repealed. It is all done in honor of
the King who was born in a stable at
Bethlehem, the circu in stances of whose
birth ere brought so vividly home to
the mind of haughty Mrs. Goulden by
the death of the poor little waif who
lay down to sleep in the snow in the
old church porch on that Christmas
night just fifteen years ago.
SMUGGLED PEANUTS;
OK,
THE FALL OF TOPOLOBAMPO-
A Christmas Story Based on History.
CHAPTER I.
"Reginald, I can never do it."
The words came with a quick, gurg
ling gush, something like buttermilk
running out of an Abilene Potter
Works jug, from the throat of Le
Hoffa St. Chrisman, the beautiful
heiress of the Prince of Sinaloa. As
she spoke, her glance wandered away
in the August red-hot twilight to the
end of its picket rope and took in the
sandy wastes of Mexican desert, the
contract-built cottages of the colonists,
the crescent-shaped bay of Topolo
bampo and then back to the eminence
on which she stood and which was
crowned by a trio of marble palaces,
the homes of the Council of Three, the
princes of the realm, to whom all the
leagues spread out before her were sub
ject. 'Why can you not, dear Le Hoffa?'
asked the tall, dark-eyed youth beside
her, at the same time furtively rubbing
from his trousers some green paint that
had not been well dried on the garden
chair.
Reginald De Jonjones was the son of
poor but honest parents, though he did
not know who they were for he had
been brought up in the public kinder
garten along with several hundred
others. The Council of Three had de
creed that he should be a brakeman on
the Topolobampo, Oklahoma & Labra
dor R.R. (passing through Hope and
Enterprise, Kansas, the former homes
of two members of the Council.) He
bad long loved Le Hoffa and was de
tprmined to marry her though the
Council at its last meeting had said
mat ue snouiu. wea a sauow-racea ana j shouts and sounds of war. Xo quarter
deformed widow who worked, in the! was asked or civHn. rtimotiiAfiorM.t-
canning factory. He waited anxiously
for his adored one's answer. It came:
"Because you are poor."
Reginald fell to the annually appor
tioned ground with a dull, sickening
thud.
CHAPTER II.
It is the beautiful library of Prince
St. Chrisman. Reginald stands before
the haughty ruler of the colony. In
large, well-proportioned, two-by-four
tones he says:
"1 our Honor, I wish to wed your
daughter. May I?"
"You should know, rash youth," is
the reply, "that the Council, (Mon
seignorDe Tinthurs, myself and the
other) have ordered that you shall
marry the knock-kneed widow of the
late Winfield Vidette. Our laws are
as binding as a Kansas chattel mort
gage. B-e-g-a-w-n!"
With a crushed heart Reginald is
slinking away when the Prince again
hails him: "By the way, De Jonjone?,
you start tomorrow on your semi
annual tnp to Labrador on freight
train Xo. 107,631. You will please tell
the train boy that the Council has or
dained that no peanuts shall be raised
or used in this colony for a year and
that he must dump his stock over
bnard.up in Oklahoma."
The lover leaves the mighty presence
with a strange new hope springing up
in his breast. He has the kej to a
fortune. The next day he is riding
northward in the caboose of his train
which is six hours behind schedule
time, as if it were jnst an ordinary
Santa Fe outfit instead of the great T.
O. & L. R. R.
CHAPTER HI.
It was Christmas eve. Freight'train
No. 107,631 had just come in from its
trip to Labrador, six hours late as
usual. Seventeen hobo3 and tramps
from Abilene came in with it, buc as
tuey uo not yet concern tne story we
will not mention the fact. The colo
nists were having a Christmas jubilee
at the home of Prince St. Chrisman.
The men looked gorgeous in their
coffee-sack clothes, while the women,
bustleless and in leglets, added pictur
esquenes3 to the scene. A dark form
cainestealing through the shrubbery. U
was Reginald. He found Le Hoffa amus
ing herself by climbing anOsage orange
tree in search of its delicious fruit.
She bounded toward him with a rush.
He dropped a large sack which he
carried on his back, grabbed her waist
with both arms, and ? 1 X ! 1
Vhen it was over he told her his
story in these words: "I have in this
sack a bushel of peanuts that I bought
in Abilene. The crowd is hungry for
them; they have had none for six
months. I will sell them at seven
shekels each and I will soon be rich.
Then will you marry me?"
With a smack that made the guests
at the palace think that a Republican
majority had fallen into the bay, she
prettily gurgled, "You bet."
"Then wait here," said Reginald.
In an hour he was back at the trj st
ing place without the sack of peanuts,
but with a princely fortune in the
pockets of his blouse.
".Now let us fly," he urged. "There
is an engine standing on the track.
We will take it and go back to God's
country, settle down in the Belle of the
Smoky and be civilized."
There was another horrifying explo
sion but the guests were so busy
mui.ching peanuts that they did not
hear it.
Twenty minutes later the happy pair
was speeding away northward at ihe
rate of one hundred miles an hour,
Reginald's hand holding the lever of
the engine because it was the easiest
job. and Le Hoffa shoveling in coal.
CHAPTER IV.
About the same time Monseignor De
Tinthurs heard a crackling sound in
the parlor. He beckoned to St. Chris
man. Both listened. The fateful
noise came once more. With bated
breath the Prince of Sinaloa stood as
if petriaed. Then with a theatrical
sweep of the hand he cried so Iohd as
to be heard even out in the kitchen
where the cooks were frying sausage
for the banquet: "We are betrayed.
Some wretch has disobeyed the Coun
cil and brought into the colony PEA
NUTS! Soldiers! .'come at once."
In an instant an armed body of men
burst from a concealed chamber and
ranged themselves around De Tinthurs
and St. Chrisman. The guests, surly
and determined, drew up before them.
The crisis had come.
A young mechanic stepped out from
the throng and thus addressed the
Council: "We have suffered all that
we will. We have stood all the dis
comforts while you have reaped the
pleasures. You have interfered with
our loves, oar happiness and our lives.
For myself I intend to marry the
Wilow Vidette tomorrow and return
to Dickinson county where joy and
-plenty reign
Every respectable citi
zen of the colony will go withjse., "We
will go peacefully if we can; but we
will go anyway."
For an answer the Prince 'ordered
tha soldierv to charge. Then, arose
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conflict of history.
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When the Christ
mas morning broke on Sinaloa every
place was razed to the ground. Heaps
of shun were everywhere, and of all
the thousands who had lived in the
Topolobampoian Utopia only seven-
een remained the tramps who arrived
the night before in a box car of the
freight train.
CnAPTER v.
About 10 o'clock of that same Christ
mas morning a travel-stained couple
stood before Judge Ben Peck in the
probate court room at Abilene. They
had come at lightning speed through
Mexico, across the Rio Graade, over
Texas, No Man's Land and Oklahoma
and then traversed the fertile acres of
Kansas until they reached Enterprise
where they alighted and took the cable
car for the county seat. All night had
one held the throttle of the rushing
engine while the other shoveled coal,
but now the suspense and the worry
were almost over. In few but sufficient
words Judge Peck made Reginald De
Jonjones and Le Hoffa St. Chrisman
man and wife. Moved by the spirit of
the day he added somewhat to the ser
vice and amid the solemn hush of the
occasion expressed a devout wish for,
"Peace on earth, good will to men."
The dry cold weather of the early
winter months is productive of a great
deal of croup among children. Mothers
should be on the lookout for it, and be
prepared to arrest it as soon as the first
symtoms appear. True croup never
comes without warning; a day or two
before the attack the child will become
hoarse, and that sjmtom is soon fol
lowed by a peculiar, rough cough. If
Chamberlain's Cough Remedy is given
as soon as this hoarseness or cough ap
pears, all danger and anxiety may be
avoided; it has never failed, even in
the most severe cases. There is no
danger in giving the Remedy for it con
tains no injurious substances. "For
sale by Barnes & Northcraft.
8100,000-To Loan-$100,000.
One hundred thousand dollars to
loan at lowest rates on farm property.
Fry, Roter & Co.,
14-tf Citizens Bank building.
For Sale or Trade.
The Cottage house in Solomon City.
Its location is unsurpassed, irwelland.
favorably known to the traveling pub
lic with a good trade built up. Would
trade for a farm or property in a good
live. town. J M. Preshaw,
9-tf Solomon City, Kansas.
Dissolution Notice.
Abilene, Kas., Dec. 13, 1888.
The partnership heretofore existing
between E. J. Lewis and T. E. Baker,
under the firm name of Baker and
Lewis, is this day dissolved by mutual
consent.
All debts, notes and accounts due the
firm will be paid to E.J. Lewis, and
he will pay all the debts of the firm.
The business will hereafter be carried
on at the old stand on Buckeye Ave.,
near the R. I. depot by E. J. Lewis.
191-2t&15-3t
Dixon's "Carburet of Iron" Stove
Polish is the best and purest. The new
big cake is double the size of the old
mall rakp and sold at name price.
FARMERS-
-Look to your interest
and keep your hogs and
poultry free from cholera by purchas
ing a package of Haas' Celebrated Hog
and Poultry powder of Barnes & North
craft. South American Nervine,
The great conqueror of Indigestion,
Dyspepsia, all Nervous Diseases and
failing health builder beyond compari
son ever discovered and the most certain
and absolute preventive and cure for
Consumption, when used in time, ever
offered to the afflicted. It preforms
these maivelous cures by filling the
blood with richness and vital plasma
which rapidly heals all diseased and
broken tissues and casts off all disease
from the system. A trial bottle will
convince yon. Pric IScents.and $1.2i
Notice of Dissolution.
Notice is hereby given that the part
nership heretofore existing between
the undersigned is this day dissolved
by mutual consent, A. II. Landis re
tiring from said firm. The business
will be continued by P. TV- Allen who
will pay all outstanding accounts and
collect all accounts due the firm.
Dated this 17th day of Dec, 1888.'
P. W. Allex.
193-2twl7-3t A. II. Landis.
Whooping cough is attended with
hut little danger when the cough is
kept loose and expectoration easy by
the free use of Chamberlain's Cough.
Remedy. Sold by Barnes & North
craft. Rebecca Wilkinson, ot Brownsvalley, Ind.
says: "I had been In a distressed condition tor
three years from nervousness. Weakness of the
Stomach. Dyspepsia and Indigestion an til" my
health was gone. I had been doctarinfj constant
ly with no relief. I bought one bottle of South
American 'Nervine, which dona me more good
than any 550 worth ot doctoring I ever did In my
life. Iwonldadi3eevery weakly person to nse
this valuable and lovely remedy ; a few bottles of
it has cured rnO completely. I consider It the
grandest medicine m the world." A trial bottle
will convince yon. Price 15 cents S1J23. Sold by
J. V. Glelssoer. rtrnezlot. Abilene.
Many persons contract severe colds
during the early winter months and
allow them to hang on persistently all
winter; weakening the lungs and pav
ing the way for catarrh, chnn ic bron
chites.or consumption. No one cafe
afford to neglect a cold'. A single bet
tie of Chamberlain's Cough Reaedf
will cure the most severe ccfct an2
costs but 0 cents. For sale bj-arnea.-&
Nbrthcraf t.
Dri Cady's Condition Powders, they
tone up the digestive organs, free $fcey
system "bf warps, give the horses &
good appetite, eassing them to shed
freely an patting them. in ahapribr
hard work. Tor sale by BarBtt &
iNoxthcrafr,
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