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T'So much to do, so little done!" Cecil
Is there ro debt that thou dost owe
To lighten other's care or woe?
Is there no comfort thou canst give
To help another creature live?
. Hast thou no Peace thou canst bestow
- Ar.d let a sadder being know?
Oh. Fellow Pilgrim, stop awhila
To give a helpful, loving smile.
Thy life Is not thine own to live,
A thou hast gained so must thou give!
But. give not only of thy wealth,
Give, too, a little of thyself.
Oh, do not answer thus to me:
""I've greater cares that first must be."
rhcu canst not live this way for, Friend,
"'hat will confront thee at the end
'olr.cf there is little comfort stored
li'or those who live to merely hoard.
t y. Soul so stultified, ar.d mean,
''hat bit of love canst thou then glean?
V ith net one voice to Intercede
And help thee, in thy pressing need?
:;.ook then to it. Aye, count the cost
precious, helpful moments lost.
So much to do. So little done!
'.ft i not strange the World's unwon.
5r Little done by you. and me,
So little love with Charity.
Jiwrence Frederic Deutzman, in N. Y.
I AM afraid 1 am not a bit clubby,"
I said the g-irl who thought she was
'ii to date. "1 suppose the whole trou
ble is that I am not in the running.
-I'm dead and I don't know it. So Ole
ander says, and what Oleander says
iroes. Oleander is a new woman.
"It was at the Comb and Inrush
club that I met her. Ethel was there
;uid she said:
" 'Wouldn't you like to meet Olean
. tier Vining Hook, dear?'
" 'Do you mean the Oleander Hook?'
I asked.
' Yes, Oleander Hook, who writes
things. You see, the Comb and Brush
prills are so used to genius they don't
mind, it a bit.'
I have worshiped her verses for
years,' 1 said, 'those dear, tender dew-
tlroppy litle things that have the very
scent of apple blossoms in them. Most
decidedly 1 should like to meet her. 1
shall consider this somewhat aimless
-afternoon well spent.'
" 'Well, here she comes,' gurgled
VI looked up and saw a sporty-looking
blonde, with hay-c jlored hair com
ing over, taking loiif, strides and with
a sort of 'varsity droop to her shoul
ders. She leaned forward from the
waist up, and a gun-metal cigarette
case dangled from her belt.
"She had a tight tailor skirt with a
rrea.se down the front and hip pock
ets. A scarlet waistcoat showed be
neath a jaunty little mess jacket, and
her watch fob was of leather. Then
he had a stock tie with a horseshoe
;in and a flaring Panama hat like a
"She came over with a broad grin
nd gave my hand a grip, then slowly
pumped it right and left. It was most
"'Well, you old beggar,' she said,
'you don't mean to say you've forgot
ten me?'
"I confess I was somewhat stunneo
by the mode of address, and then it
.was that I reflected that after all this
was probably the proper thing. Stay
ing away from club life makes one a
'"I was quite sure I had never met her,
though, for her dewdrop poem had
aw do such an impression on me that
JM have recollected.
" '1 hardly think,' I began, smiling
rweaKiy, wnue r.mei lookea at us in
astonishment, 'that is, I am quite sure
I've never met you. but I've read you
rwith much pleasure.'
" -Oh, break it off, break it off,
short, you beggar.' she said; 'you
'know very well we were on the same
?ommitee in the Electric club.'
" Xvvv I am sure you are mistaken,'
T said, pleasantly, trying to ignore
ier fad for addressing me as a beg
:,Tnr; 'I, never belonged to the Eloc
I ric
"Then it was the Thursday I M.
rlub. What?
" Wor to that,' I said.
"Oh, come! you're pulling my leg,'
Ju said.
"She certainly is a breezy girl,
Oleander is. I didn't know what to
say, so I just smiled.
'You were chairman of the recep
tion lommittee of the Thursday P. M.
-lub, or 111 pay for the dinner,' she
'"Xever belonged to it, I repeated.
was getting a little tired.
" 'Then the Do It To-Day club. That
ts it. I'm twisted. It was the Do It
"'.Never heard of the club, I said.
"She stared at me as if she thought
.hat I was lying.
'The fact is, Miss Hook, I've nevev
belonged to nnj- woman's club, I said.
I once belonged to a dinner club, but
Abcre were as many men as women in
.;t- Prof. Volt, the electrician, was
.resident. It was quite a prosy, sci
entific sort of a "
" 'Did you belong to that tough
ilub?' she asked.
"Ethel broke in here to avoid trouble.
N in - i
"'Oh, how nice! Tell me about it,'
she said.
"It was a beastly tough erowd,'
went on Oleander; 'that was where I
met you. Beastly tough. A lot of the
worst oounaers i ever was
" 'I suppose it must have been if
you ' I began.
" 'Were there. I suppose you are
going to say,' she ejaculated.
" 'Xo, I wasn't going to say it,' I
replied. 'I always endeavor to avoii
being rude.
"Really she seemed a most unpleas
ant person. There was nothing dew
droppy about her except her fresh
ness. " 'You girls both wrote for the Tri
umvirate.' said Ethel, to break the
silence. 'Didn't you?'
" Yes, that's why they had to lower
the price,' said Oleander. 'Old Spacer
told me that, when I asked him why
they'd gone and done it. "We can't
get 20 cents for it if we continue to
print your stuff," he said. Queer old
bird. Spacer was.'
" 'I don't think we appreciated him,
I said, trying to give a gentler turn
to the conversation. 'When he was
gone I realized that I had learned a
lot of things from him.'
"'Did. eh? Well, I taught him a
few,' said Oleander, glibly.
" 'He seemed to be quite well in
formed, as men go,' I said.
" 'Well, you ought to know,' said
"By this time I had "begun to suspect
that Oleander's manner was simply
an unpleasant pose, so I turned my
back to her and picked up a maga
zine. "She gave a sort of horse laugh and
went off chuckling in a most horrible
"'Odd sor of person, isn't she?' I
said to Ethel.
"'Oh, she's always like that,' said
Ethel. 'She's such fun! She's the wit
tiest girl in the club and as quick as
a flash.'
" 'Well, she's too speedy for me,'
said I. 'and if you've any" more like
her. just keep them off. I can't quite
assimilate that buoyant personality
of hers.'
"About a month after Ethel sent
me two tickets for the Comb and
Brush club's vaudeville performance.
" I can't be there,' she wrote; 'I'm
going to Florida, but I want- you to
go and am sending you these tickets
with my compliments and much Iqve.'
"But I thought of Oleander Hook
and weakly capitulated by deciding
I wouldn't go. I'd have to cut her,
and Oleander freemed so explosive
there was no knowing what might hap
pen. "But that day in came Mrs. Fairfax,
a cousin of Ethel's, and I told her 1
wasn't going and asked her if she
didn't want the tickets.
" 'But you must come,' she said.
'It's going to be such fun.
"So I went with Mrs. Fairfax. In
The Martinique Disaster Recalls III
Memorable Hoax on Lon
doners in 1718.
The terrible news from St. Vincent,
following the impression that this
island had escaped the volcanic del
uge which has cremated half Mar
tinique, at once recalls and reverses
the famous hoax by which Daniel De
foe led all London to believe, in 171S.
that the whole island of St. Vincent
had been blown up and obliterated,
says the London Academy. On the
basis of his own imagination, or on
some thin ship story, Defoe wrote in
Mist s Journal a circumstantial ac
count of the destruction of this is
land, giving such cetails as, with all
our facilities of news transmissions,
we wait for in vain to-dav. Aftprlpn.
iug up very gradually to the catastro- i
phe. he told his readers that "on the
night of the said 20th, about mid
night, the whole island of St. Vin
cent rose up in the air, with a-most
dreadful eruption of Fire from under
neath the Earth, and an inconceivable
Noise in the Air at its rising up, that
it was not only blown, but blown oul
of the very sea. with a dreadful force,
as if it were torn up by the Boots,
or blown up frgm the Foundations of
the Earth." Finally, t,o bring the event
home to his readers, he recalled an
accident in a foundry in Moorfields,
where a quantity of liquid gunmetal
coming in contact with some water
had blown up the works just as a
journalist of to-day might perhaps re
call the recent destructive fire in the
same district to suggest, however
faintly, the storm of fire which swept
over these hapless islands recentlj-.
Pas-slni; of Pneumatic on.
The government, has sold at Sandy
Hook the plant for the manufacture
of pneumatic guns, which" had cost
$1,000,000, for the sum of $20,000. The
reason for the sale was that this type
of gun ha been abandoned by the gov
ernment and, consequently, the plant
was useless.
Discing; for It.
"When a man is working hard, why
do they say-he is digging away?'
"Because, my boy, he is after the
root of all evil, and how else can he
reach it?" Chicago Post.
the distance as we entered I saw
Oleander. She had on another doggj
looking gown and a derby hat.
Fancy! in the evening! She fastened
her gaze on me, but I looked througli
"She kept coming nearer and near
er, smiling broadly at me, but I just
didn't see her. Then she sat down
near me and began to talk loud to
another girl. I paid no attention
whatever to her.
"Finally she leaned over and
plucked me by the sleeve. I know
it's a Shakespearean sort of expres
sion, but that's just what she did.
She caught the sleeve between her
finger and thumb and gave it a little
tug just as a fox terrier would do
with its teeth.
"I looked around and coldly con
fronted her, grinning broadly.
"'Oh, I said. 'Miss Hook, I believe,
isn't it?'
" 'That's just who it is, began the
dreadful girl, 'you didn't see me, did
" 'Yes, I saw you,' I said.
" 'Well, you didn't know me then,'
she blurted.
"'You er had a different hat on.
I believe, when I met you,' I said,
eying the derby.
" 'Do you always know people by,
their hats?' she said.
"'Not always; only sometimes.' I
"Mrs. Fairfax came to the rescue
"'Isn't it a delightful evening! she
" 'I suppose it is,' I said. 'But I'm
so easily scared.'
" 'Terrible thing to have such a shy
disposition.' said Oleander.
" 'You're not troubled that way.
Miss Hook,' I remarked.
" 'Oh. I'm all right,' she said. I'm
on earth and don't you forget it.'
" 'You'll not let me forget it, I fear,'
I said.
" 'I'd hate to be a dead on,' said
" 'I wish I could share your views.
I remarked.
"'Oh, be clubby, she said. 'Life is
too short to chew the rag. Let us go
to the trapeze. Lady Jane. '
"I moved out of Miss Hook's aura.
Her relentness gaze followed me. I
felt and I knew that she was saying
"About three weeks after I got a
note written on the heavy paper of
the Comb and Brush club with the odd
emblems of the association engraved
on top. The writing looked as though
it had been done with a match dipped
in stove polish. It said:
Dear T-ady Jane: We're to the batf on
our vaudeville show and I guess it's about
tip to you as your name isn't down among
the purchasers and you must have crawled
In under the tent. But it won't do, old girl!
Just drop that high and mighty touch-me-not
air of yours long enough to cough up
$2! And be quick about it. See? Faithful
ly yours, OLEANDER HOOK.
Treasurer the Comb and Brush.
N. Y. Sun.
A Successful English Divine Who
Made It a Practice to Ivep
Ills Eyes Open.
The name of the Rev. George Muel
ler, of Bristol, England, represents to
many minds a man who achieved
great success by simply asking God
for it. This is a mistake. Although
the mainspring of his work was in
his closet, Mr. Mueller was too prac
tical to make a lazy dependence of
his faith. He was a man of common
sense, and "a man among men." An
incident showing how e understood
the command to "watch and fray"
furnishes one of the best commen
taries on the text, says Youth's Com
panion. When, on one occasion, a partj' of
his fellow ' workers v. ere going
abroad, and conveyance was. ready to
take them to the shipping pier, he
noticed that a cabman, in stowing
their small luggage, hastily thrust
several carpet bags into the boot of
the carnage.
Mr. Mueller had prayed -for the
saiety of his friends and their prop
erty, both on water and on land, but
he had also made sure that their ship
was seaworthy, and he had counted
all their baggage. He accompanied
them to the wharf, and in the confu
sion there kept a cool head and a
clear eye.
When the driver unloaded the mov
ables from his cab nearlv half the
number of pieces he had put in were
missing. He was mounting his box
to drive away, but the watchful min
ister stopped him, and the lusrraire
hidden in the boot was delivered to
its owners.
In the school of praver one learn
many new lessons, and Mr. Mueller
lived long enough to learn them all
None knew better than he that t
trust in God which ignores ordinary
prudence contradicts itself.
"Her father, you know, started In
life as a grave-digger."
"Oh, d;d he? 1 wonder if that's why
her prou-l mother is so anxious to have
the past buried? A Chicago Record
It ha. been sturerested that all Ens'.
lish theaers give one matinee a yenr
in aid of theatrical charities.
A Critic Silenced.
X bishop who was traveling in a
mining country, and encountered an
Id Irishman turning a windlass w hich
hauled up ore out of a shaft. It was
is work to do this all dav long. His
hat was off, and the sun poured down
on his unprotected head.
"Don't you know the sun will injure
our brain if you expose it in that man
er?" said the good man.
The Irishman wiped the sweat from
is forehead and looked at the clergy
"Do ye think I'd be doing this all
ay if I had any brains?" he said, and
then gave the handle another turn.
The Feminine "Way.
"I left the planning of our new
house entirely to iny wife."
"How did she go about it?"
'She had the architect mak pro
vision for the necessary closets first.
"I see. And then merely cut up
what was left into rooms."
'That's what she intended to do,
but there wasn't anything left. When
she had laid out the closets the en
tire building space was gone." Chi
cago Post.
The Reporter Scores.
Senator Treacle Did you tell that
reporter I had nothing to say?
. Servant Y'es, sir.
Senator Treacle I suppose he was
very much disappointed.
Servant I hardly know, sir. He
said he was aware of the fact that you
never said anything, but was under
the impression that yoxi never missed
an ODDOrtunitv to talk.- Chioarm
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Oaily News.
Her Deduction.
Mrs. Bings Mrs. Nexdoor told me
you once wanted to marry that Miss
Upton. She wouldn't have you, I pre
Mr. Bings Did Mrs. Nexdoor sav
Miss Upton refused me?
Mrs. Bings No, she merely re
marked that Miss Upton had always
been a very sensible girl. N. Y.
Tie Pars the mils.
I've heard that women purchase naught
W hen- they go out to shop
rhat all they do is price the goods
Where er they chance to stop.
rhe rule may be that women scorn
To purchase tucks and frills.
But my wife isn't built that way;
I know I pay the bills.
Ohio State Journal.
Lady of the House This little bit of
ce won't last an hour. Why don't you
jive me a large piece these hot days?
lhe Iceman What for? It would
Ty melt. Chicago Journal.
She Was His'n.
He started with: "O Dora, please "
She did not stop to listen.
He meant to flop down on his knees.
But she hopped up on his'n.
Philadelphia Press.
Could le It.
"Do you see that stylish young man
Ker there? Well, he is going to marry
ora Van Bilt."
"You don't tell me! But does he
inow that her family has a 'skeleton
n the closet?' "
"Yes; and he needs It.
"Needs it?"
"Sure! He's a medical student."
Chicago Daily News.
Cheering: Him Up.
"I can safely say that no man ever
itttempted to bribe me, gentlemen."
Voice in the Crowd Don't be down
learted, old chap; your luck may
:fcaue. Tit-Bijs.
. leetlns Glsnec.
Maud Did you notice who that ladj
was who got out of the train and staret
so hax-d at us?
Mabel Do you mean the one wit!
the open coat with silk facings,' ret
bolero, blue trimmed hat, gray gloves
striped flounce with diamond stitch
ings with an umbrella and a red
backed book and a mole on her lef
cheek, and frightfully ugly?
Maud Yes, that's the one.
Mabel No; I hardly caught I
glimpse of her. Chicago American.
The Good Old Kind.
The wireless mouse-trap fellow's plan
We herewith beg to question. .
But know the mouseless mouse-trap is
A practical suggestion.
-N. Y. Times-.
She What are you thinking about?
He Nothing.
She Isn't that rather egotistical!
The King.
We praise the girl that's tailor-made,
For figure most divine.
But when it comes to marrying,
The ready maid is mine.
Brooklyn Life.
A Household Hint.
"'I shall never permit myself to be
come a household drudge," said the
young woman. "I shall endeavor to
improve my mind."
"'That is a good idea," answered
Miss Cayenne; "but don't let your lit
erary pursuits monopolize you. Re
member there are times when currant
jelly appeals to a man a great deal
more than current fiction." Washing
ton Star.
Following: the Usual Course.
"Did you call on her father?"
"Y'es. He treated me well, too. 1
asked him for Maud, and he said it
would be just as Maud wished. 1
thanked him, and then he said it was
alwayls customary for Maud's suitors
to take him out to dinner. And he
somewhat unpleasantly added that a
dinner was about all there was in it
for him." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Snre of Him.
Tess If you reallj- love him, why
did you refuse him?
Jess Goodness! You don't suppose
I'd be so unmaidenlyas to accept hiro
the first time?
Tess But he declares heTI nevei
propose to another girl as long as he
Jess Of course. I'm not "another
girl." Philadelphia Press.
Clever Little Boy.
"Mamma, I know the gentleman's
name that called to see Aunt Ellie
last night and nobody told me,
"Well, then, what is it, Bobbie?"
"Why, George Dont! I heard her
saj-: 'George Dont' in the parlor four
or five times running. That's what hii
name is!" Tit -Bits.
An Arbitrary Rule.
Mr. Nupop Why isn't little Rober
out with his nurse? Perhaps the
nurse I sent you from the employment
agency didn't come.
Mrs. Nupop Oh! yes, $he came, but
she didn't suit at all. She had nothing
but blue dresses to wear, and you
know blue is only for girl babies;
pink's, for boys. Philadelphia Press.
He Had Speculated.
Lucas Did'youse ever speckalate
on Wall street?
Timothy Y'es, I uster stand aroand
the stock exchange an wonder where
my next meal wuz comin' froio.
Ohio State Journal.

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