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THE AEGUS, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12, 1903
Vers u s
Ey A. D. LEWIS V
OYV Silver Creek aud Golden
Gulch became one was brought
about hi this manner: For
many years keen rivalry had
existed li'.'lviwn the two towns, which
wire only a stone's throw from each
oilier. Tloth claimed to he head and
slumklers above the other Ki enterprise
ii'ud progressivenes .;, and out? never
mailt. a mow hi public improvement
that tLe other did not go it one better.
When Golden Gulch built a town lia!l
two stories high. Silver Creek built one
of three stories. When Silver Creek
erected a new jail, its citizens had
hardly begun to crew over thj matter
when Gulden Gulc-it was
working overtime to build
a better one.
And in all other matters
there was rivalry. Even
when four dwellings
burned in Silver Creek
one night Golden Gulch
sacrificed five of its build
ings, just to keep ahead
In sueh matters.
It had been about an
even thins between the
two towns when one day
Bill Stevens caused con
sternation in Golden Gulch
by bringing in the news
that Silver Creek "was
pieparin' fur the whop
piuest C'ris'mus celebra
shun ever known in the
state." When asked for
further particulars h
"Iioj's, I ve just come
from thet dawggonod
town, and. though they're
keepin' it mighty quiet. 1
got on to their little surprise party.
Tlieni coyotes are goiii to flop us if
they kin by hevin' a lynchin" on C'ris'-
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"Got a boss thief, eh?" asked one of
"Thot's what they've got, boys," con
tinued Bill, "and they're savin' him
fur the oeeashun. He's to be lynched
ia the public squar' oa C'ris'mus after
noon, and when it becomes known thet
Silver Creek kin eclerbrate her holi
days in sicli a befittin' manner it '11
boom her like thunder and '11 be all
over with us.
"Boys, we've gottcr liev two lynchin's
or admit we're back numbers. While
wo ain't got no boss thieves, thar's
plenty of loyal citizens in
Silver Creek, and I'm bet
tin' terbacker ag'in gold
dust thet two of 'ein will
step forward and let us
lynch 'em on C'ris'mus
and save the town's reper
tashun. 111 promise 'em
thet it will be done in a
genteel manner and thet
a ten foot monument will
be put over their graves
to boot. Xow, boys, who'll
be fust in this matter?"
A deep silence followed
Bill's query. Two min
utes after he had asked
the question ten men had
left the crowd. Three
minutes , later a dozen
more had disappeared, and
five minutes later Bill
was quite alone.
As he watched the last
cf the crowd dodging
around a corner there
were tears in his eyes as
he exclaimed to himself:
"And most ef 'em hev sich bewtiful
necks fur hangin' too! Waal, we're a
licked crowd, but I alius did sorter o'
reckon thet Silver Creek was a heap
sight better town to live in than Golden
Gulch, and I'm goiu to make my home
Aral there were so many others in
the town who suddenly came to this
conclusion, especially after the lynch
ing on Christmas, that there was an
exodus from Golden Gulch to Silver
Creek, and the two towns merged and
became one and indivisible.
Joy of ChriMtiua Time.
While the Christmas season brings n
thriil of. Joy to all. .the aged who have
lived correct lives, yet it Is sometimes
saddened by reminiscences of sins of
omission and commission. The knowl
edge that during this blessed time evil
spirits are shorn of power to do evil
does not always soothe the pangs of
conscience. But to the young, to whom
life n prospect is nil hope and sun
shine, the season is one of unalloyed
bliss. In addition to health and good
digestion, they have two patron saints,
"Little Jack Horner, who sat in the
corner," and Santa Claus, who, though
a Dutchman, is endeared to the in
fantry of all nations by the bound
less profusion he showers on all na
tionalities. There are trees sufficiently
stacked up around the market house to
carry all the old gentleman's benefac
tions this year, aud they are selling
readily, a testimonial to the improved
prospects of the expectant recipients
of his bounty.
Numerous, indeed, are the hearts to
which Christmas brings a brief sea
eon of happiness and enjoyment. How
many families whose members have
been scattered far and wide in the rest
less struggle fur life are then reunited
aud meet again in that happy state of
companionship and mutual good will!
How many old recollections and how
many dormant sympathies does Christ
mas time awaken!
There are thousands of Pickwicks to
day as well as a century ago who enjoy
that sacred time as well as he. Fitts
Tlie race of an Engine.
A writer in the London Saturday Re
view comments upon the fact that a
railway engine lias a face and that the
face has an expression. "Look at an
engine," says the writer, "and you can
see that one looks noble simply noble
in its strength; another, gigantic in
force, but not noble an expression of
mere brute strength. Some engines
have a lofty, almost supercilious, ex
pression; others almost foolish. Some
have an air of smug stoutness. Then
there are engines that distinctly look
angry and others comparatively gentle.
What is the key to this physiognomy?
Where is the seat of expression? On
the whole, it seems to be, the funnel."
Every bird, sooner or later, conies
down from its porch. Schoolmaster.
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MR. LESLIE G ALT
Naomi Falllngford. the daughter of
wealthy Tressel Fallingford, received
the attentions of Mr. Leslie Gait.
One night there were stolen from
Miss Naomi's sleeping apartment, after
she had retired and during a night
when she was uncommonly wakeful,
jeweiry, gems and cash to the value of
10,000. To acquire this plunder a
huge family safe had been opened. A
heavy mahogany chiffonier was ran
sacked, and the very mattresses where
on Miss Fallingford Jay were plunder
ed. The thief escaped.
Subsequently Miss Naomi had a fall
ing out with Mr. Cult, and she saw no
more of him for several years. The
robbery took place in 1S7G.
In 1SSI Tressel Fallingford was
dead, and Miss Naomi was living
alone, attended by servants, in the
manor house. On a cold November
evening Mr. Leslie Gait was seen to
alight from the mail train at Lippon
ton. It was about sundown. He was
seen to take the road to the manor
house. He was seen to reach it. He
was seen to mount the porch, from
which a view could be had Into the
sitting room, where Miss Naomi re
clined before a crackling fire. He was
seen to sit there for an hour. At 7
o'clock he was still on the porch. At
7:05 a knock upon the door brought the
butler, who reported to Miss Naomi
that a gentleman who would not give
his name desired to see her.
"You have never seen mo before,
madam?" The visitor was an entire
"Never, to my knowledge," answered
Miss Naomi, looking full in the man's
face as he stood beneath the chande
lier. "You were robbed in this house in
"You offered a reward and no ques
tions asked if the property was re
turned?" "I did."
"Here it is, madam." And the man
placed the plunder intact upon the ta
ble before Miss Naomi.
Fassersby saw her standing by the
table, with Mr. Leslie Gait opposite
"Where did you get these, sir?" ex
claimed the delighted woman.
"Remember, madam, you were not, to
ask any questions. My reward, please."
Miss Naomi touched a bell. The but
ler entered. She sent for her money.
When lie brought it she counted out the
reward and passed it to the stranger.
"Madam, will you oblige me by exiiend
ing this money upon the deserving poor
in your parish church? I do not need
it." He laid the notes on the table. The
next day Miss Naomi caused it to be
known she had recovered her valuables.
Every one congratulated her and also
spoke of the pleasure she must have
derived in a call from Mr. Leslie Gait.
Miss Naomi denied having seen Mr.
Gait in eight years. Then people's be
wildered brains began to couple the
name of Leslie Gait with the original
robbery of the Fallingford valuables.
This was very hard for Naomi to hear,
but she could not account for Mr. Gait's
not calling if he had been in town.
People told her they saw him on her
porch at 7 o'clock. The strange man
restored the valuables ten minutes lat
er. Ten minutes after 7 Mr. Gait had
disappeared from the porch. At S he
was again seen at the statlou. But the
strange restorer of the valuables had
been seen by no one in Lippcnton save
by Miss Naomi and her butler. Both
declared they never saw him before.
In 1SS9, one very dark night in No
vember, Mr. Leslie Gait called upon
Miss Naomi Fallingford and was cor
Mr. Gait stated that he had been for
the last few years in Australia.
This brought up the rumor of his
visit to Lippcnton, current five years
before, and they both laughed over it.
Mr. Gait renewed his suit, was ac
cepted, and ho and Naomi were mar
ried in the parish church at Lippcn
ton. Among the donations Mr. Gait made
on his wedding day was a large sum of
money for the poor of the parish. The
rector, in accepting it, remarked that
the bequest was very opportune, as
they were just at the end of the last
donation received of a similar amount.
In his' exuberance and joyousness
Mr. Gait exclaimed:
"Oh, yes! In 1S84! Hush money!
Reward! I remember!"
When people hoard what he had said
they looked scrutinizingly at him, but
five years is a long time, and memory
undergoes great strains.
Naomi heard what her husband had
But she remembered exactly how the
stranger looked when he called to re
store the valuables. She compared the
resemblance. It was too remote for
Mr. Leslie Gait sat out on the porch
a good deal. Teople passing said to
one another, "That is the way I saw
him back in 1S84."
One thing is very strange. Mr. Gait
has always disapproved of Ids wife's
putting valuables between mattresses
or of placing jewels in a chiffonier or
of keeping bulky safes in the house.
Mr. Gait claims he can exercise such
an effect upon one by magnetism he
possesses that you would pass him on
the street and not recognize him. He
occasionally gives exhibitions of this
I have never been present.
Neither has Mrs. Gait.
"Miss Dottsworth seems to be n girl
who possesses a good deal of tact," he
"Tact?" she replied. "I never saw
such a tactful girl in my life. I be
lieve If she had a chance to get mar
ried she could even select her brides
maids without hurting anybody's feel
ings." Chicago Record-Herald.
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208 Brandy St.
Davenport. I a..
FARMER !N WINTER TIME.
Stentlr Join Are IVedins the Stock
and lveepinK "Warm.
The great steadj- winter jobs on an
American farm in the north nowadays
are feeding the stock and keeping
warm. And keeping warm nowadays
means hauling coal. "When I lived in
the country, it meant cutting wood. It
meant for our large family constant
teaming day after day from the woods
to the wood yard and a wood pile that
must have covered a quarter of an
acre. It meant toward spring the com
ing of men with a horse power and
buzz saw to cut firewood, and that was
almost as interesting an operation as
There were other stirring days when
the lake had frozen hard and the Ice
house was tilled, involving ice cutting
and more teaming and more precarious
hitching on behind loads aud going
back in empties. And early in the win
ter there was the momentous and gory
killing of pigs. Oh; that was indeed a
stirring time! They kill a pig every
second, no doubt, in Chicago now
adays, but that is mere mechanical
routine, with no quality of sport in it.
There was nothing so very slow
about the country winter in days as
late as the civil war. I suppose soap
making as a domestic industry is as
dead as household spinning. In those
times of wood fires and wood ashes all
self respecting families made soap.
Our family had an outstanding kitch
en expressly for that use, with a big
cistern-like hogshead behind it in which
ashes were leached and convenient
tubs for holding the soft soap. A very
handsome substance is soft soap of the
proper consistency and complexion, and
a pleasing exercise it used to be for
the young to stir it with a stick and
watch Its undulations. All the super
fluous fat of meat from our kitchen
was turned Into soft soap In those near
by old times. Harper's Magazine.
The Badsrer's DiS in a: Ability.
The sportsman naturalist, St John,
one day found a badger ia a trap not
much injured. Tying a rope to Its hind
leg, he drove the animal home strange
to say, the captive beast jogging stead
ily along in front of him and giving
little more trouble than a pig. going, to
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Have you chosen all
the gifts that Santa
Claus is going to leave
with your friends on
Isn't it a puzzling
you ever think,
acceptable gift a pair of a
' dainty comfortable
would be? Serviceable too.
Suppose you drop into
our store and let us help you
solve this gift problem, we
can surely do it.
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Tin- 3In:iiuo(lt Cnvc lent.
The cavern rat, found iu the Mam
moth cave of Kentucky, is of a soft,
bluish c-olor. with white neck and feet.
It has enormous eyes, black as night,
but quite unprovided withan iris. These
eyes are perfectly insensible to light,
and when the experiment has been
made of catching a cavern rat and
turning it loose in bright sunlight it
blunders about, striking itself against
everything, is unable to provide itself
with food and finally falls down and
dies. In its native depths, however,
It is able to lead a comfortable enough
existence, as its enormously long whis
kers are so extremely sensitive that
they enable it to find Its way rabidly
through the darkness. The principal
food of the cavern rat consists of a
kind of large cricket odf a pale yelloTV
color and, like most otiicr caverdwell
ers, itself perfectly blind.
32atrlmouial lr omo t ion. ',
The extent to which the lingo of "the
navy is used as slang in the famfjles
of naval officers, particularly aniens
the women, is instanced by a little
story now going the rounds in Wafelr
ington. The youngest daughter of a promi
nent naval officer was entertaining a
friend who had called to congratulate
the eldest daughter, who lately had be
come engaged to a captain in the same
service as her father. The friend, re
marking upon the engagement, sug
gested that the youngest daughter
doubtless would miss her big sister,
whereupon the girl addressed quickly
"Oh, dear, yes! But just think of it
I am advanced a number!"
market. On reaching home the anlmul
was put for the night Into a paved
court, wffbre It seemed perfectly secure.
"Next morning." said St. John, "lie was
gone, having displaced a stone that I
thought him quite incapable of moving,
and then, digging under the wail, he
Teller I cannot cash this check, mad
am, unless I know who you are.
She (haughtily) I wouldn't accept the
money, anyway, from any one who
doesn't know, who I am. Exchange.
AN ABODE OF THE DEAD.
"Sot a Cemetery, but the Groat Brit
Museum. To say that the British museum is a
dead museum may souud like flat blas
phemy to these old habitues of the in
stitution iu whom its atsmosphere is al
most the breath of their life and t-
whom its treasures of anti-piity and
art a;;; certainly the nourishment of
their minds aud souls. Bat apart from
this little briiiii of devout worshipers at
the shiine of learning the British mu
seum sccm3 to me quite dead as dead
as a door nail. I have been there many
a time, and I wont there again and
walked through long and silent galler
ies peopled only by the gods of Egypt.
India, China, of ancient Greece ami
Rome and thronged only by those won
derful works of sculpture wrought by
cunning hands Jong crumbled Into the
dust of past ages, but whose spirit of
beauty and reverence still lingers in
these heroes and heroines of old re
nown. In son;? of the rooms one may see a
few nursemaids relieving the tedium of
their daily walk through Bloomsbnry
by bringing their little charges to the
museum, where they may amuse them
selves and gr t material for bad dreams
while tlietuurse3 themselves have a
In the holiday season also one may
see troops of Americans passing swiftly
through tite galleries, "doing" the mu
seum with wonderful dispatch and
commenting with western levity upon
the relics . of ancient civilization and
the bones of prehistoric men.
But the Londoner does not come. Thi
time that lie can span, from lunch hour
he devotes to a walk up Clioopside, the
Strand or Holborn, "to look at the
shops." Tlie day's .vork done, he takes
lhe first train home. On a Saturday
afternoon he prefers a matinee, a game
of tenpis or cricket or a few hours on
the river. I do not blame him altogeth
er, but the fact remains that the Brit
ish museum is to him an abode of the
dead, which lie regards with the same
repugnance as a tomb. Philip Gibbs in
So strong is Bank of England nota
pnper that n single sheet will lift a
wsight of 100 pounds.