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Ward County's first Jeweler who died
An Opportune Moment.
"Well, sir, what can I do for you?"
the editor of the Wahoo "Paralys
er," as he looked up from his desk and
•aw a large man with a saffron-colored
whiBkero standing in front of him.
"You are the editor, are you?"
"I was reading last week's issue of
(he 'Paralyser,' and I was much struck
by one of your able editorials. You
write the editorials, I presume?"
"Yes .sir," replied the editor, deep
ly gratified, for it was not often that
elUzens came in to commend the edit
orials. "What was the subject of the
article which struck you so favorably,
may I ask?"
"It was about the gold question."
"Oh, yes I remember now. That
editorial involved a great deal of re
search sir, but I never spare any
pains or begrudge the time thoroughly
to investigate an important subject."
"You dealt with the gold supply, and
I think you used an expression some
thing like this: "We now have fifty
seven million six hundred and sixty
eight thousand dollars in gold coin.'
I think I have quoted the amount Just
as you had it?"
"You have, sir. My authority for the
statement was the very best obtain
"No doubt, no doubt. I did not come
to dispute your statement, but to take
advantage of it, sir."
"In what way?"
"Well, Tm the new collector for
Ifr. Chopps, the butcher, and It struck
me that while you had so much gold
on hand you might be willing to settle
little bill of nineteen dollars and tea
cents which has been running two or
The editor silently counted out the
money and took a receipt.
THE CIGARS A.*"D HIS REVENGE,
1*t. Kidr'cr —Th" janitor just told'trie
that we'd have to vacate this flat tae
day after Nt?v Year's «-"£y
1,1 rs. KUIcKt—V'bat's the reason?
Mr. KiilSor—I don't no*v, c'x^e^t I
gave him that box of clears you save
me at Chii--ti»'.in.
Crlttir-lc—Yv'rn'e I v/as looking at
that paintmjj of I'W-rs in Artrnan'g
window to dnr—''f'-e H-r-^ters,'' you
lenor/—I heard a comment, upon it.
-Orittlck—I'm not sure. A rustle
Jo2:ing individual gazed4 at it for a
r-*-te and remarked that it made him
Too Good to Waste.
"I see," he said, "that some preach
er believes flirting in church is a good
thing, because people naturally think
of l.f aven and angels when their
are attuned to love."
"Oh, is that so?" she answered.
":rii this a lovely morning? We
can't expect many more such Sundays
tMs fall. It seems almost too nice to
r'Wiirn in the house. You have never
h«»vn in our church. How would you
like to go?"
WU AMHVATl SOlftlMt
Br MONTE KSKMC
The old woman laid down the paper
carefully upon the table and pushed
back the cheap spectacles upon het
forehead. She looked dazed and shot
a glance of pitiful appeal at Mrs. Hen
derson, who had run in from the room
across the hall, to show her the sad
news. First Mrs. Henderson had read
It to her and she had reached for the
paper in a dazed sort of way, as
though unable to comprehend the due
purport of the other's words. Sho
had put on her cracked old glasses
and painfully spelled out the brief
line pointed out to her. It was a
laborious undertaking for there had
been but little time for learning even
to read and write in Jane Bradley's
hard and pinched life. Finally, how
ever, she had conquered the line. It
was only a little line in agate type in
a list of dead cabled from Santiago.
JOHN BRADLEY, 37th Infantry yel
That was all—only that one little
line—but the spelling out of it swept
every gleam of hope from the joyless
life of the reader. She made no sound
and Mrs. Henderson, who had been
expecting half with hope and half
with fear an outbreak of sorrow, felt
Loth disappointed and relieved.
No outbreak! No there was no out
break. But that moment if dull Mrs.
Henderson had but known it she saw
the breaking of a human heart The
old woman, bent and shriveled and
worn and faded out was as
still as a summer day. Only
the fading of the last sug
gestion of light in her dull gray
eyes told of the terrible weight of ice
and lead that settled upon the poor
old crushed heart Presently the thin,
wrinkled face dropped into the tired,
worn fingers and the tears trickled
down onto the faded calico gown.
Mrs. Henderson gulped spasmodically
felling in some inadequate manner
the pathetic tragedy of the Rici^ent
and quietly slipped back to her own
troubles in Number 59.
Her going or staying were
"Should actresses marry?* fa
Ril season topic now agitating M«
V«. The oaivete of the questkm la
.•TKsing. How else could they get
Was That a Hint?
"Yes," said t^e youag man,
doctor said I most take a walk ev«|
,—r) asked the yonng —__
wearily, "kave yon taken' yoor watt
yot for t+4srr
HAl HAI NO. "14—A.
lo, evtfn while she still
but witli new energy and n*nv "httpc
and new courage. And- flse
moment to the old woman in her great
sorrow. The overburdened old mind
held for a lifetime to sodden things
had been released for a brief moment
by the awful catastrophe which had
overtaken her and this newly clan
fled mind was filled with a great
She could not realize at first the
dreadful import of the brief line.
Johnnie dead—her Johnnie, her only
bay, and the image of her husband,
dead these many years. It could not
be true. Johnnie, ah, how graphically
the picture arose before lic-r of the
Inppiast dajs of Jier lilo—really her
orly Lai-py days, when Litcie^Jolmnle
v/ap playing at her nee ai.tl rilling
fcor p'arved heart with his cMMtsh
how the cbil&Rh fettle 1-a.d
nerved her for the ft-anti single
Only that one little line.
which had followed and never since
The awfal nightmare of her hua
band's death and the narrow margin
by which aha saved hie body from a
grave la tW jiotter'i field rose before
her and her heart warmed as she re
membered tlut comfort and courage It
had been to her in. .those-dark' hours
of onylelding gfind and sickening
worry and merciless self-sacrifice, to
troM^ tfte^'MtWrnah-chlld toJter txMom
and ftwF-tis warm'* arms about her
To be sure ne fc*d not always
treated her right—at least so said all
her little world, and perforce she had
been compelled to admit to herself
sometimes that it did seem so. He
had been wild md ?o]?en batj
company and Instead of being the
help she had so fondly -counted on
his escapades had cost her all her
little savings. To be sure neighbors
had told her that he was a grateless
ne'er-do-well scamp, and that she was
a fool to slave for him. To be sure
sometimes she herself had thought a
little bitterly of him, when ill, weary
and heartsick, he had failed to give
her a helping hand or even to come
to her with a word of cheer.
But she had reasoned in her great
mother heart that the boy had been
bereft of a father's care and that the
great necessity that always had eon
fronted her had made it impossible to
give Aim the attention she should and
would have done. So if he was a little
wild was it not her fault and the fault
of fortune rather than his.
Anyway she loved him with all the
passionate violence of a starved na
ture and never once did she lose her
abiding faith that he would come
back to her and be her staff and com
It was a sorry trial, Indeed, when
he Joined the army after the call for
troops at the sinking of the Maine,
that never once had he coma to her.
Never once had she seen him in the
uniform of his country. Never did
poet or painter have vision half so
fair as her dreams of Johnnie In his
regimentals. For many nights sleep
did not visit her ragged cot The swell-
The tears and the eobs ceased.
ing of her heart with the pride of tha
thought that Johnnie, herT. Johnnie,
was a soldier and a hero forbade sleep
and threatened her very life. But the
days passed and although the post
where Johnale had enlisted and where
he was stationed was near at hand he
never came to see her and never had
she seen him in his uniform. She
had seen many regiments march
through the streets on the way to
Cuba and as she gazed upon the sol
diers so straight and tall and noble
she had imagined how brave Johnnie
must look and she had wished, ah so
ardently, that she might see him In
the garb of his country's defenders.
But he bad marched away without so
much as coming to see her or even to
write her and with the same sigh of
resignation into which all her air-cas
tles had vanished she had taken up
her hum-drum life of toil again.
But still the germ of hope had sur
vived in her old heart. He .was young
and wild. After the waif he would
steady down and would come back to
her and be her comfort and joy. Sho
had clung lo that idea ..with an in
tensity which stopped litUe short of
monia. That" hope was, jjfll t? ,pt en
abled her frsii body to haas ovtr tfia
wesj-tub by day ajid he^ tiemblmg
fingers to ?ny tho i' ctl'C by, „uistit,
all th.it lial ena\l'*i! I to
ECO voflc fc?fo r. all' lh.'U kepi
tl.e of cu her on
fcyd il lla'.'siiap. -ehe
it as all o- r.t TI at brief
eplpirammt|ic noHca of ihis death
stmck htr to the heeit ast keenly as
ever did the losk of iho most model
boy to loving'•••mother,' .Ijolmn'o was
dead. There' was noihife more to
work for, to sacrjf.ce-for,Vto hope for,
to live for. Through hser. blinding
tears she did not see tti'e form of a
man clothed in this K' ?kj. uniform in
Cuba, but a pretty blue-isyed boy in
dresses. Aud in her egjrs rar the
prattle of a childish voire. Johnnie
was dead dead and burled in a for
eign soil, where she cdtld not have
even the poor comfort
over his grave.
The p*per dropped" from her lap.
She leh»i*"l frrward heaVlly and her
her arm, which
rested on the table. The tears and
the sobs ceased.
Presently good neighborly Mrs.
Henderson came in with a cup of tea
and a Mt of toast and a cheery word
to comfort the stricken mother. Mrs.
Bradley did not stir and when tbe
neighbor placed her hand with rough
gentleness oa her head It was cold
aad stiff. The tray dropped to tha
•oor and Mrs. Henderson started
hack with a frightened look and has
tily croesed herself.
Mrs. Bradley's earthly trials aM
struggles were over.
For cold use Blakey's White
f'iiie Cough fieleam. It ia^ual'
GirlSTo-night^HSaturday,? at 18:
The Ward county fair associa
tion will be benefited greatly by
the recent law which was passed.
The one-fourth of a mill assess
ment for the county will put
$3500 a year into* the hajids of
tbe association the first year
will be deed to 4ur|her *tb£ agri*
cultural ftitewfes of tfife county.1
Thi^ mihl -will be increased no
doubt from year to year.
P. H. Baukol,
For best half bushel Potatoes, any variety, not mixed.
Will buy 20 Half Bushels offered in compe
,, tition for 35c per each half bushel.
And turn them over to trie committee.
o—I Wonft Take Up Much of—o
I just want to say to you that our NEW, UP-TO
DATE SPRING HATS have arrived and I want you to
see them. Just drop in and look them over, it won't take
you long* You don't have to buy unless you see what you
want And by the way just look over our
That's what the Early Birds are Doing* There's
Great Satisfaction in Miking .Selections
From Oar Stock before any"
of Our Lines are
COME. AND COME SOON.
and nshoe Maib
FINE FARM FOR RENT.
320 acres, one mile
from town for rent.
Most of land is plowed.
This Is the best farm
In .the county It will
pay you to see. or ad
dress me at Minot.
We regret the fact that we were
to print all of the advertisement* tliat
win giren as tor this week's issue.
Every week shows a remarkable
crease in our advertising patronage
its RGSUl/TS that told tha tale.
than ever and advert.
coming week, ehooldl
later than Tnesdajr^ »rtaia