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r.Y Mlts, .H. F. HOWAItn.
Tin* friv>t king is out in\ child
li.-'s sla!kli.|i oVr tho laud
With Jewel-. in each hand,
A Ihvl*li youth and wild.
.Just soo tdm tling id* towels to th<‘ air,
’Yihjhright and ••rtopt hey otlinr and sparkle
oven w lure.
Oil tip-foe tlfe merry steals hy
So swift and lightiorfear
iii w foot-steps we will hear,
And know the reason why
These towels It curia in such profusion lie
t l»na .Uetroußif like stars that
**»!» tie .-I*'.
A fairy told me in whispers low.
A lA*;ddary skilled
ill art, tile kitiu it Willed
Could wonders do. aliloaigii
s > l ull of pranks. And so my child without
Acknowledgment ol thanks, no strews his
Hems uhout.
DOT.
A Soy of t!io Fresh Air Fund.
“It’s h harum-scarum idea,” said
Miss Reliance Roxbury, as she stood
unions the currant bashes at the gar
den fence. **A mos*ridiculous idea!
I wonder what this gushing American
people will do next,” and she gave an
emphatic twitch to her purple calico
sun bonnet
There was a faint murmur of dissent
from a little woman on the other side
of the mo** grown fence.
“No—of c >urse you don’t agree with
me,” continued Miss Reliance, as the
clusters of ruby and pearl flew into
the six-quart pail at her foot. 4 * You’re
so soft hearted that your feelings are
forever running with your com
mon sense. . You.,.never say a word
about tin* National debt, or the con
dition of our navy, but let anybody
start a subscription for sending blan
ket shawl* to Brazil, or putting up u
monument to Msthusaleh on the
meeting house green, aud you’ll give
your last quarter. And now you’re
going to open your to a lot of
little ragmnufilus from New York!”
The motherly brown eyes on the
other side of the fniioe were full of
tears, and a pleasant voice replied:
“It makes ray heart ache to think
how the poor things suiter, crowded
together lUyAuvy attests, with never a
breath of a /hovrdhdd or a glass of
milk. If you a just read al>out it Re
liance, you’d count it a blessed privi
lege to give them a bit of our sun
shine.”
‘Td us soon liivfr a tribe of Zulus
on Uie place,” said Miss Reliance,
“and if you'll take my advice you’ll
save yourself lots of trouble.”
Mrn. lion -TO** a #o, a
moment and said:
“’Liakim and me are all alone now.
Reliance. On* bv one, we’ve laid
Kate and Sarah an l baby Lizzie over
there in the old burying ground; and
Jack is in Colorado, and Richard in
Boston, and wo get hungry some
times for the sound of little feet.
When 1 began to read about the
fresh air fund itkjiid of sent a thrill
all over me, and ’Lnikim he reads
about it every day* and he wipes his
glasses pretty often, too. Then, when
we heard the parson say that a party
would come here jf places could be
found for ’em, 'Lrrikirn spoke right
of! for four, and they’ll be here next
Tuesday, and I’m going to make it
just ns much like heaven as I can.”
“You’ll make yourself sick, that’s
what you’ll dr>, Amanda Lane,” repli
ed Miss Reliance, “but if you want
your garden overrun and your silver
spoons stolen, and your house full of
llies, and your lief ves prostrated, why
it's your own fault. I must go in and
got my jelly started.”
Miss Roxbury went up the path
between the simllowers and holly
hocks. entered the large, sanny, airy
kitchen, and set down the pail of cur
rants for Hannah, the house maid, to
pick over. Then she hung the pur
ple-calico fiun bonnet on the nail that
for forty years had been devoted to
that purpose, and went into the cool
sitting room to rest in her favorite
chintz covered rocker. Miss Reliance
Roxbury had been for twenty years,
with the exception of a gardener and
house maid, the sole occupant of this
ancient stone dwelling, that had stood
for more thim a century beneath its
elms aud maples, the pride of the
village of Lvnford. - She was a stern
woman, who liktKi but few people, and
bad a horror of children, dogs and
sentiment- The village boys, with a
keen perception of her.unsvmpathet
ic nature, called her ‘‘Old Ironsides.”
She was proud of her birth and of j
the substantial property that had j
fallen to her at the death of her father, ’
old Judge Roxbury.
She was a member of the Presby
terian Church, and paid a high rental
for the Roxbury pew, but with that
considered that her pecuniary obliga
tions to the cause were at an end. Ah
a general thing, she lmd not allowed
convictions on the subject of giving
to trouble her, but somehow, ever j
since Sunday, when the pastor stated |
the work of the fresh «:r fund and j
made a fervent appeal for “these little
ones that suffer,” hlk» had been sub
jected to numorgu* vague but uncom
fortable sensation* Hhe rocked back
and forth in the spacious sitting-room
that no fiv dared to invade, and noted
the perfect order of the apartment
From th« China shepherdess on the
mantel, to the hisMaod rug» al tin?
doors, eveis'thing occupied the same
position a* in the days of Miss Rox
burv’s girlhood. There warn torture
in the thought of having the table
cover pulled awry, of seeing the shells
ami prim old daguerrotypes disar
ranged on the what-not, of having
sand tracked iu by small feet over the
faded Brussels carpet, and her pet
verbena ln*d invaded by eager young
fingers.
barely, religion and humanity could
not demand such sacrifices of her.
“Please, ma’am, the currants is
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ready to put over,” said Hannah, at
the door.
Miss Roxbury rose at once, glad of
another channel for her thoughts,
but, amid her weighing and measur
of pints and pounds, the strange im
pression did not leave her mind.
After the rich crimson syrup had
been poured into the row of shining
tumblers on the table, she returned
to her chintz covered rocker, and took
up the Bible to read her dailv chap
ter. Opening it at random, her eyes
fell upon these words:
“Then shall He answor them, say
ing: ‘lnasmuch as ye did it not unto
one of the least of those ’ ”
Miss Koxburv read no farther on
that page, but hurriedly turned back
to Chronicles, which she felt was per
fectly safe ground. But, mingled
with*the long genealogical tables, she
saw other words between the lines, so
that the Israelitish record read thus:
“The son of Elkanah, the son of
Joel, the sou of Azariah. (*Ye did it
not.;}”
“The son of Tahath, the son of
Assir, the son of Ebiasaph the son of
Korah. (‘Y'e did it not.')”
Finally, the whole page seemed to
resolve itself into these four mono
syllables.
* She closed the Bible and put it in
its accustomed place on the table,
bounded on the north by the lamp,
on the south by the match box. on the
east by Bunyan’s “Pilgrim's Progress”
and on the west by a buuch of
worsted roses under a glass case. She
was restless, miserable, tormented.
She endeavored to read the “Life of
Napoleon Bonaparte,” but oven the
thrilling story of the Russian cam
paign was lacking in interest, com
pared with her own inward conflict
between duty and the cold selfishness
of a lifetime.
She did not enjoy the dinner, al
though the butter-beans were from
her garden, and the black raspberries
wore the lirst of tlio season.
She could not take her accustomed
afternoon nan, and for the first time
in years the daily paper was unopen
ed. She oven put it out of sight in
the china closet. A wonderful new
design in patch work, known as the
Rocky Mountain pattern, could not
fasten her attention.
She ordered the horse and rocka
way and drove four miles after wild
cherry bark, for which she had no
need, as her garret was already
a great herbarium.
At last the dreary day came to its
close, but was succeeded by an equal
ly uncomfortable night. Amid fre
quent tossing and waking. Miss Rox
bury dreamed of thin little hands
stretched out. to her in iiitenns j»xu»e:i!
and of a sad, wonderful voice that
said with infinite reproach:
‘*\*e did it not.”
Rev. Joseph Alder was surprised
soon after breakfast the n«xt morn
ing by the appearance of Miss Reli
ance ltoxbnrv in the parsonage porch.
She brought a basket of raspberries,
and said:
“I won’t come in this time, thank
you. I just wanted to say I’ll take
one—-one of those children.
n.
“Mamma, is it mornin’?”
“No, Dot, go to sleep.”
The child turned restlessly on the
straw pallet in a corner of the small,
hot room. It was after midnight and
in summer, but there was a fire in the
stove, for tlio woman at the pine table
was ironing by the light of a glim
mering tallow candle.
There was no breeze, but in at the
one window came stifling, poisonous
odors.
Pale and faint, the mother bent
over her work, and smoothed the
dark calico dress as carofully as if it ;
were the finest muslin and lace. ShoJ
bad worked from early dawn until
dark at her daily task, button holof
at four cents a dozen. A cup of tgr
and crust of bread had been her sir
tenanco. For Dot there was a Inn
and an orange.
The dress was finished and hfng j
on the only chair in the room, with !
sovoral other small articles. A Hit of
coarso white straw, w f ith a blue rf>bon
twisted around it, a pair of .Iright
stockings, a tiny handkerchiefwitn a
bit of color in the border. £l were
pitifully cheap in texture, bufdear in
patient toil and loving saorifte. Dot
was going to the country fowwo long,
blissful weeks, and the mofier could
cover the expense of the i#agre out j
fit by some extra doprivar™ during 1
the child's absence. Sty turned to
ward the pallet Dot* violet eyes
had opened. Her gohyn curls were
tangled by the tossin/of the little:
head on the pillow. I#‘r thin, pinch- •
ed features were w ith feverish
excitement
“Mamma, is it movin’f”
“No, darling.”
The woman blew/nit the light and j
threw herself on /he pallet Tiny
fingers crept eager# into her palm.
“Mamina, tell a* more about it”
pleaded Dot.
“Darling, it ii years and years since :
mamma saw tke country, out it was
just as I’ve told yon. Wide, clean
street, with big trees and blue sky
and flowers.”
“O, oh!” murmured Dot. “Does
you ’spose they’ll give me one Power,
mamma ? I found one on the stweet j
once—a ’ittl# white Power. A lady ,
dropped it”
“lcs, deir, you'll have all the flow
ors you wint. * Don’t talk any more i
to night”
The sky was already white with
the dawn. The mother did not sleep,
j As the light of another day of misery
I crept into the room, she raised her
j self on one elbow and looked long at
her child, restraining an impulse to
snatch it to her heart, then softly
rose, and after bathing her face and
hands and kneeling in prayer for en
durance, took her work and sat down
by the narrow window. A few houit
DESMftt, DAKOTA, SATURDAY* FEBRUARY 31 1883.
later she stood amid the bustle of the
Grand Central Depot with Dot cling
ing to her dress. A crowd of wonder
ing, expectant children were being
marshalled into line to take their
places on the eastward-bound train.
“Como,” said the kind gentleman
in charge, to Dot.
Dot kissed her mother “good bye,”
and laughed even while the tears
ran dow n her face, as she entered the
ranks of the odd procession.
“O, sir!” said the mother as she
turned away, “take good care of my
babv. I’ve nothing else in the
world.”
hi.
There w'as an unusual slir in the
village of Lyuford. The railway
station was thronged with people and
surrounded by vehicles awaiting the
afternoon train.
Rev. Joseph Alder and the minis
ters of sister churches conversed to
gether on the platform.
“A glorious charity!” said the Bap
tist minister, raising his hat to wipe
the perspiration from his brow.
“I expect that these poor children
will be a great blessing to our peo
ple,” said the Methodist minister, “in
broadening the sympathies and
warming the hearts of some who
have been oblivious to all interests
save their own.”
“Yes,” said Rev. Mr. Abler, “1 have
a practical illustration of that, not a
stone’s throw from whore I am stand
ing”
The “practical illustration” con
nisted of the Roxbury rockaway
drawn up amid the other convey
i onces, with Miss Reliance on a back
, seat in a state of mind in which
newly-fledged philanthropy struggle
with a terror of ragamuffins. She
had come to the conclusion that h<* r
visit to the parsonage had boon
during an attack of mental aberra# 0 ;
but the word of Roxbury was as i m ~
movable as the historic granite (m
which Zephaniah Roxbury sfcPP°d :
: from the Mayflower in 1020, and th°
i last representative of the race
not falter now, although seize* with
dire apprehension whenever h‘ r oyea
rested on the verbena bod.
It was with a grim deter©# at to
brave the worst that she a** 4l ted the
train that afternoon, bat when the
locomotive appeared on Hie bridge
below the village, the thought of the
dreadful boy who was srtunig to in
vade her peaceful doma# nearly over
came her, and her impure to or
dor the hired man to I' ive home as
quickly as possible. She could ftp
preciate the emotion* ft Roman
dame at the approach of the \ andals.
As the train staff'd at the station
tlnr ) »rvifl,v , |
como tneir guest* Miss Roxbury
peered anxiously from the rockaway.
It was not a very appal ling sight. A
group of pale little children, tired,
dusty and bewildered. Many eyes
overflowed as tie train moved on and
left these wiltful faces, pinched by
want and mi#>rtune, in the midst of
the kihdlv vflfugers.
“Here, Ajfa Roxbury, is a wee 1
lamb for yen.” said Mr. Adler.
Miss Rcpury had not observed his
approach fc the crowd, and gave a
start of mrpriso as he stood before 1
her. Afihe looked there was a curi
ous semutiou under the left side of
her crap* shawl, and her cold grey
eyes grew misty. ,
’ The “dreadful boy” had changed
into * tiny girl of six years, as \
frail is a snow drop, whose coarse at
timcould not mar tne loveliness of her
da|t violet eyes and hair of tangled 1
supeams. The little creature
1 sketched out her arms to Miss Itox
bny, who reached forward and took
into the rockaway, the ancient
firings of which creaked with aston
ishment
“What is your name,” said Miss
Roxbury, feeling strangely awkward, i
as they drove Rlong.
“Dot,” said the child. “You hasn’t 1
kissed me yet, has you?”
Miss Roxbury boot and kissed the
chibl. The rockaway creaked louder
than before. The touch of the child’s
mouth thrilled through the iron
nerves of the woman with a sensation
inexpressibly delightful.
Miss Roxbury nad imagined her
life to l>e a happy one. She now dis
covered that sne had mistaken selfish
isolation for happiness. She was
begining to be nappy for the first
time in fifty years. Dot was too tired
to be very talkative, but she leaned
against Miss Roxbury with a look of
quiet wonder and content in her
eyes.
“Is I going to stay here?” she ask
ed, as the rockaway stopped at the
Roxbury gate, and she surveyed the
old stone nouse with the woodbine
clambering over its gray walls.
“Yes, child.”
Dot’s face grew luminous. A bath,
a bountiful supper of bread and milk
alid a walk in t lie garden kept her joy
fill until twilight, but with bedtime
caine the longing for her mother.
“I wants ray mamma—my oivn
mamma,” she said.
Then Miss Roxbury gavo vent to
the iustinet that cau never be utter
ly destroyed iu a woman. Taking
the child in her lap she caressed the
white face and sunny curls in a rest
ful, soothing way, and talked so
cheerfully that the shadows fell from
the violet eyes, and Dot, nestling
close, said: “I love you.”
Miss Roxbury had not only begun
to lie happy; she had begun to live.
With the coming of this sweet child
Heaven was changing the dull prose
of her existence into celestial ryhthm.
Her cold, loveless nuture in the pres
ence of this tiny girl was already
becoming Chiist like in its tender
ministry.
Dot offered her evening prayer and
was put in Mins Roxbury’s own state
ly bod.
“Good night, dear,” said Miss Rox
burv, with a kiss.
“Dood night,” said Dot burying
her face in the great buncAJ , ‘
roses she had brought, td b ■*. with
1 her; “I feel zif I’d died p K ,j1 *** lo
; Hevcn.” f j ~ ,
Miss Roxbury pas-ftp wakefm
night but not a rest!/.#* R*»r
mind was filled with /jJ****• aIU *
it was such a ploasME * lO an “
I listen to tlio sott biofbmg at her
, side, and occasional# touch the
little hand on the **Merpane, Mill
• holding the treasured roses.
The next day D* ™? , n *i\rly wild
with delight. Sl» raveled among the
daisies in tlio detfV s °tt grass, and it
was pitiful to Ho#w nr small an object
could charm h*pk ,in^’.v ,nin< *- God s
commonest gif**“ r e unknown to her
in their bounty#'* purity. Suushiue,
sweet air, flow*# ft» (l bir<l SOIJ K* were
; enough to mf# her happy, and when
she found ibt brook that danced
across the ##Adow her delight was
was unboiujP ll ’ After a day or two
; Miss RoxbjF took tlio morning train
' Jown to yppllevville todo some shop
ping. Spvas gone until night, and
! H n fj 10 home she thought of the
| glad voice Giat would welcome her,
! and her^'* 0 g r *‘w so radiant with the
| npw j o fin her soul that when she
I alighted laden with parcels, at the
Lynffl# station, old Deacon Bennett
failedrecognize her until she had
; pftH girfhim.
HfFall, I declare,” ho said, “Reli
: ant* looked us if she’d diskivered a
gotf mine.”
I jliss Roxbury reached homo and
| gofin had the “gold mine” in her arms.
After tea the parcels had to be
opened. There were paper patterns,
r<*lls of muslin, embroidery and blue
flannel, a pair of child's slippers,
dainty hose, bright ribbons and a
large doll.
“Oh, oh, oh!” was all that Dot could
say, but her tone expressed more than
the most extensive volume on philan
thropy that ever w*as written. The
village dressmaker was installed in
the bouse for a week. Tlio Rock
Mountain patchwork was consigned
to the seclusion of the spare room
closet, and Miss Roxbury developed
a taste in Mother Hubbard dresses
and rutiled aprons that was truly mar
velous.
In tho meantime she wrote a letter
to Dot’s mother, to which Dot added
a picture of the cat. which, although
not absolutely true to nature, re
sembling in fact the plan for a house,
was a great satisfaction to the young
artist There came no reply to this
letter.
Dot’s cheeks were getting rosy and
her step buoyant.
“If it was’nt for my mamma,” she
said, “I wouldn’t want to go back for-
avur'n ovur "
When Mr. Knox, the gentlemen in
charge of the party, called to see that
Dot would be ready to return at the
appointed time. Miss Roxbury ex
claimed, almost fiercely:
“I can’t let her go. I need her.
Why may I not keep her?”
“1 do not believe her mother would
part wdth her,” said Mr. Knox.
Miss Roxbury was silent fur a few
moments, and looked out ou the
lawn where Dot was swinging in a
hammock with the doll and cat.
“It will bo a dull house without the
child,” she said, “but I will bring her
to the station.”
IV
When the morning of Dot’s depart
ure came, Miss Doxbury arrayed her
self in her second best black silk, put
a few articles in u satchel, iiiloa a
small basket wdth fresh eggs, new
biscuits, a pat of butter and a bottle
of currant wine, and said to Hannah;
“I may be gone two or three days.
Have the east chamber thoroughly
aired and dusted before I get back,
tell Hiram to lake a pock of peas
down to Mrs. Alder, don’t forget to
see if those canned strawberries have
worked or not, and be sure and keep
the front door bolted, and put that
last brood of chickens in the other
coop, and keep a newspaper over the
geranium slips in the afternoon.”
“Y'es, ma’am.”
“And, Hannah, be very careful to
keep out the flies, aud tell Hiram to
fix the well curb. He is so apt to
forget things.”
Dot was bathed in tears as she
mounted to her place in the rocka
way.
“Isn’t loomin’ back?” she said.
“I h ope so, dear,” replied Miss Rox
bury, who appeared preoccupied and
anxious and scarcely heard Dot s
chatter on the way to the station.
“Why, Miss Roxbury,’* said Mr.
Alders as he assisted her to the plat
form, “3*ou are a veritable fairy
grandmother. This rosy, dainty
maiden cannot be the same bit of hu
manity that I held in m v arm a fort
night ago. You will miss her, will
you not ?’*
“I shall go with her to New York,
anyway,*’ said Miss Roxbury, “and I
don’t mean to come back alone, either.
Mr. Alder, I hope God will forgive
me for the empty house I've had all
these years.”
“An empty house means a lonely
heart,” he replied. “I’m glad you’re
going with the child.”
That afternoon Mi*<s Roxbury and
1 Dot, attended by Mr. Knox, wended
| their way through a dark alley in one
of the most soualid districts of New
, York City, ana climbed flight after
j flight of rickety stairs in a rear tene
-1 raont
“You hasn’t
The heat, the tilth, the scenes of
misery were indescribable. Miss
Roxbury felt as if she were on the
coniines of the bottomless pit.
Dot darted down a long passage
and disappeared in a room beyond.
The friends followed and belie!*! her
clasped tightly in the arms of a wan
figure that lay on a pallet. Tho wom
an had fainted.
“Mamma, mamma, look at me!”
pleaded Dot, and began to cry.
There wus no water in the room,
and Mr. Knox took a cracked pitcher
from tiie shelf and went with Dot in |
search of some. Miss Roxbury knelt i
beside the woman, who was only ■
about thirty years of age and had j
J)oeu very attractive as a young girl.
There was a gleam of gold on her left
hand. Her hair was sunny like Dot’s
and her features delicately shared. :
The letter that Miss Roxbury bad j
written lay crumpled aud tear stained j
ou the pillow.
While Mips Roxbury gazed tho ;
woman opened her eyes. They were
beautiful eyes, but sad with want and
a struggle against despair. Slio tried
to sit up and moaned:
“Mv baby—please give me my bn- !
by!”
Just then Dot returned and car- !
ried the pitcher of water to her moth- 1
or, who drank long and eagerly; then j
holding out her arms to Dot, said i
feebly to Miss Roxbury:
“O, madam, will you take care of ;
my little girl? I think I’m going to |
die.”
“You’re not to die—not a bit
of it,” said Miss Itoxbury, pouring
out some wine into a teacup, “but I'll
take care of you both. There, drink
this, and you’ll feel better right away.
How long since you’ve had anything
to eat?”
“Day before yesterday,” was the
faint reply. “I had to stop work four
days ago.”
“Now, Mr. Knox,” said Miss Rox
bury, slipping her his hand,
just step out to the nearest grocery
and order some kindling W’ood and
tea and sugar. I’ll poach a nice, fresh
egg for this poor soul, and we’ll see
about getting her out of this place.
The woman’s face brightened, but
she said: “I’m giving you much
trouble.”
“Trouble,” said Miss Roxbury. I’m
all alone in the world, and I've a
house with twenty-four rooms in it,
and plenty todo with, and what I’ve
been thinking of all these years L
can’t saj*. I’ve been a crusty, cold,
disagreeable old fosil, Mrs. Winthrop,
and when I comedown here and find
folks starving to death and crowded
like cattle, I wonder the good Lord’s
had any mercy on me. Don’t 3*oll
worry another mito. Here’s tho fire
stuff already.”
Miss Roxbury rolled up her sleeves,
put an apron over her silk skirt, and
while Mr. Knox built a tire and
brought water to heat, she bathed
Mrs. Winthrop’s face and hands, and
brushed out her hair.
“Thank God ! why, I’m better al
ready,” said Mrs. Winthrop, with a
rare smile.
“Of course you are, child,” said
Miss Roxbury. “We’ll see what good
f<u»l an-1 lauuniuin uiv will La { ou
yet.”
A few days later found an occupant
in the great east chamber of the Rox
bury house.
Mrs. Winthrop sat in an chair
before tho open window inhaling the
fragrance of the blossoming honey
suckle that nodded to her through
tho casement.
Tho morning sunlight fell across
her bright hair and peaceful face.
Dot nung over her shoulder and
threw daisies in her lap.
Down by the fence stood
Misß Roxbury. talking with her
neighbor, Mrs. Lane.
Mrs. Winthrop smiled from her
window, and there came an answering
smile from the depths of tho purple
and calico sun bonnet.
“So you’re roall3 r goin’ to keep ’em ?’
said Mrs. Lane.
“Y'es, I’ve adopted them both,” ro
plied Miss Koxbunr, with a Te Demn
in her voice, and I’ve sent for half a
dozen little girls to until cold
weather.”
“Well, it does beat all,” said Mrs.
Lane, wiping her eyes ou the corner
of her checked gingham apron. “I
’spose I needn’t ask you now. Reli
ance, what you thiuk of the Fresh-air
Fund?”
“What do I think of it?” said Miss
Roxbury, gravely, “I believe it’s been
the means of saving my soul. I should
have gone into the next world hold
ing my head pretty high, and consid
ering myself better than most folks,
and the Judge would have said, ‘Re
liance Roxbury, I gave you a big
house and a long bank account
What have you done with them?’
Then how mv empty rooms and
Grandfather ftoxbury’s gold pieces
would have stood up against me!
And He would have said: *Ye did it
not unto Me. Depart from me,* and
what answer could I have made
Him? It is very true,” she contin
ued, as Dot came flitting down the
path like p. fairy, “of such is tho
Kingdom of Heaven. — N. Y.Tribuiie.
DAKOTA’S PRODUCTIVENESS.
Special Adaptability of nouth Dakota to
Whrnt I*ml Fruit Growing.
ChainOarlain Regi'tar.
This winter has been an exceeding
ly cold and stormy one in North Da
kota. The mercury* touched 30 deg.
Inflow zero in December, and the snow
fell sufficiently to blockade the rail
roads and stops trains at several differ
ent times in that month. There has
not been a day this winter that trains
could not run between Chamlierlain
and the first one hundred miles east
of here. The delay has all been oc
casioned east of that point.
North Dakota is a great wheat
country, but this year South Dakota
beats them on both the quantity and
quality, leading them ou the grade
and the yield per acre. The trouble
in South Dakota is they farm on tod
small a scale. One man breaks fifteen
pores in South Dakota, and in North
Dakota one mau breaks 1.000.
Now that it has been demonstrated
that wheat is a grand success in this
section, it is to be hoped that men
will engage in raising it on a large
scale. A farmer needs a harvester,
seeder, harrows and plows to operate
twenty-five or thirty acres, and the
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same implements will work 2(X) acres,
Tho rule is, the larger farmers, hav
ing* nothing else to do, give their en
tire time to farming, and work to
make n success of it; while if a man
has lif teen or twenty acres he trios to
do something else, and half farms his»
land.
Besides wheat raising, it has been
as fully demonstrated that South Da
kota, especially the Missouri valley,
can raise as lino corn as Illinois or
lowa, and i 3 doing it.
We urge our farmers in preparing
seed for spring, to remember clover
uml timothy, and sow with wheat and
oats, and start tamo meadow for liny.
Remember the farmers in Red Lake
valley in Brule county, tried it with
success on a small scale. The Mis
sonri valley in South Dakota will
show in a few years that it is a great
cattle, corn and hog country; that
clover and timothy will flourish won
derfully well arid make a prolific crop.
There wore fourteen different varieties
of apples of the finest quality, ex
hibiteu at our fair last fall, all grown
in South Dakota, mostly in this great
Missouri valley, which is tho richest
ill the west.
We are aware that it is hard for
fioople to believe these statements,
rat if you will take any physical
geography of the United States and
trace the isothermal lines, you will
rind that tho same line that passes
through Des Moines, lowa, passes
through Chamberlain, Dakota; that,
while a cold wave strikes us fairer and
the mercury runs lower, vet not more
ho than in the early days of Des
Moines, when settlement was sparse
and prairies without groves, houses
or fences.
We invite people to this great val
ley because it is a good place to rind
a home. The soil is rich and easily
worked; the climate is healthy and
delightful. There is only one un
pleasant feature about it, and that is
the wind. The wind is no worse hero
than in lowa, but the soil is composed
of finer particles, and is blown into
your house, making it rather disagree
able in town when the streets are not
sprinkled—no inconvenience is expe
rienced in tbocouutry. The soil here
is well adapted to all kinds of farm
ing, and stock are, this winter, getting
along well on the native grasses,
where they can have tho shelter of
the Missouri river bluffs, or protec
tion that comes from the hills any
where. Any man can come and see
our wheat, oats and corn that we
raised lust year, and see cattle here
the first of February that have not
had a spear of hay, straw or grain
nothing but grass—and soeing is be
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Oor Future.
An exchange 6ays that this country
has doubtless a very bright future
before it. It is destined to take rank
among the wealthiest states of the
Union, while all other «tdvantagos
will keep pace with its rapidly grow
ing health. The faith of the great
railway companies is manife-ted by
the fact that without land grants they
have pushed lines in advance of pop
ulation through uninhabited regions.
Tho faith of tho people of the United
States is shown in the fact that not
withstanding other railroad compa
nies have spent untold thousands of
dollars in advertising their cheap
lands in other states, and no special
advertising has ever occurred in be
half of Dakota with the single exc» p
tion of the Northern Pacific in the
north, the increase of Dakota’s popu
lation for the past* decade was 854
per cent, while that of its nearest
competitor, Colorado, was onlv 888
per cent, with Nebraska at 268, and
Kansas at 174.
Many of our eastern friends after
reading the statements of this article
will be inclined to say that they are
too large to believe. It is a common
remark of our visitors from the east,
‘•if you had written me just what I
now see aud know to be true I could
not have believed it.”
To all doubting ones wo say come
and see and bo convinced for your
selves.
If yon want good society, schools,
railroad facilities, soil, climate, health,
wealth, and a long and happy life,
come to Dakota. Come to a country
affording such splendid opportunities
for rapid and continual advancement
in power, in wealth, in civilization, in
a ceaseless developmen tof the power
of thought, which she offers to the
people of all climes and nations.
Dakota has almost a continual area,
a grand future destiny, and possibili
ties, which if fully developed, will
render her tho admiration of the civ
ilized world.
Large Immigration.
General Emigration Agent Powell,
of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St Paul
company, states that the indications
are that next spring will witness a
rush of emigration to Dakota the like
of which has never been equalled in
the country. Especially from Canada
will the movement be large. He has
received from Canada during the past
month thousands of letters from all
parts asking for information. More
than half of these letters are from
parties who tried Manitoba last sea
son, when there was such a rush to
that province, and were disappointed.
Already Mr. Powell says he uas appli
cations to chose land for more than
van possibly find homes east of the
Missouri river. He had sul>sequently
writteD S«»cretary Toller at Washing
ton, asking if something cannot be
done to expedite the surveying of the
sevetal couuties west of the river
now open to settlement Teller re
plied that an appropriation to meet
the expenee of such surveys would
have to be made by Congress before
anything could be done. He asked
for the co-operation of the St Paul
company in urging upon Congress
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tho necessity for surveying. It is
probable that if Congress fails to
make the necessary appropriation tho
railway company will go to the ex
pense of haviug the surveys made,
and then ask Congress to ro-im
burse it.
The Capital Bill.
The following is the bill introduced
by Mr. Walsh, of Grand Forks, pro
viding for the removal of the capital;
Bo it enacted by the legislative as
soiubiy of the Territory of Dakota:
•Section 1. Thut ou or alter the
final adjournment of the fifteenth ses
sion ot tne legislative assembly of the
Territory of Dakotu, being on and
alter liie ninth day of March, A. D.
iCftd, the seat of government of said
Territory ot Dukoiu, snail be und the
same is Hereby locuud and establish
ed within the denned limits, or with
in two miles thereof, of the city of
Huron, iu the county of Beadie and
Territory of Dakota.
bectiou 2. That on or after the
suid ninth day ot March, A. D., 1886,
or as soon tnereafter as practicable,
not to exceed sixty days therefrom, it
shall be the duty of tne several Ter
ritorial officers who are compelled by
law or otherwise to reside at the seat
of government of the Territory, to
make tne necessary preparations for
the removal of all papers, books, rec
ords and other movable property,
other thun buildings belonging to
und being the property of said Ter
ritory, in their possession or under
their control, and shall move the same
upon the order of the governor.
Section H. That Amerious B. Mel
ville, of Huron, M. \V. Scott, ot Grand
Forks, und W. L. Dow, of Yankton,
are hereby appointed a commission
for the purpose of aud it is hereby
made their duty to select a tract of
laud ut some point within the scope
of territory provided for aud mention
ed l n section one of this act, of not
less than twenty acres in area, lying
in one body, to scure a deed in lee
simple to the Territory of Dakota; to
provide for the renting of a suitable
building or buildings, room or rooms
for the temporary convenience of
the several territorial officers, for the
storage of Territorial property, until
such time as a permanent building or
buildings shall Lave been provided
for upon the Territorial grounds as
selected by said committee. When
said committees shall have completed
the labors for which they were ap
|>ointed, they shall make and deliver
to the governor of the Territory a
wittilym»p*>a id Uwtir vthoinl
transactions, together with all deeds,
contracts und other i fibers that shall
come into their hanus as such com
mittee. The said committee shall be
allowed the sum of hve dollars per
day for the time actually employed as
such committees and ten cents per
mile for each and every mile actually
traveled for the sume, the sume to be
audited and allowed as other cluims
against the Territory, upoii an order
signed by the governor.
Section 4. Upon thedUing of the
report of the committee and the turn
ing over of all papers, deeds, con
tracts, etc., by said committee to the
? governor, then the governor shall
orthwith order the several Territori
al officers to remove their said offices,
books, records, pupers, etc., in their
possession and under their control to
the places provided for by said com
mittee, and shall also issue his proc
lamation reciting the fact of the re
moval of all Territorial property mov
able, from Yankton to Huron, as pro
vided in this act; and from that time
all business of the Territory, usually
transacted at the seat of government,
shall be transacted at said city of
Huron. The governor will also issue
to each of Baid commissioners an
order for the Amount of per diem and
mileage due them; and ne is further
authorized to make such rules and
regulations for the faithful, econom
ical and speedy compliance of this
act
Section 5. All acts or parts of acts
inconsistent with this act are hereby
repealed.
Section 6. This act shall take ef
fect and be in force from and after its
passage and approval.
Keep the Cellar Clean.
A great deal of sickness families
suffer could be easily traced to the
cellar. The cellar not unusually
opens into the kitchen; the kitchen
is heated and the cellar is not Fol
lowing natural laws, the cold air of
the cellar will rush to take the place
of the warmer and, therefore, lighter
air of the kitchen. This would be
well enough if the cellar air was pureu
but often it is not; partly decayea
vegetables may be there, or rotten
wood, etc. The present time is op
portune for a thorough clearing of
the cellar. A day should be taken to
throw out *\nd carry away all dirt,
rotten wood, decaying vegetables and
other accumulations that have gather
ed there. Brush down the cobwebs,
and with a bucket of lime give the
walls and ceiling a good ooatof white
wash. If a whitewash brush it not
at hand, take an old hroom that the
good wife has worn out, and spread
the whitewash on thick and strong.
It will sweeten up the air in the cel
lar, the parlor ana the bedrooms, and
it may save the family from the afflic
tions of fevers, diphtheria and doc
tors. —American Artisan.
The problem of breeding for sex has
been studied for years; and several
plans have been declared ‘efficient
A German paper says that for several
years Baron Ozegovie has found the
following rule successful: If a
is wanted mate when the udder is
empty; if a female is wanted mate
when the udder is full, or jm at Met
milking.