Newspaper Page Text
o k Yearly Subscription 1 FIFTEENTH YEAR. A SONG FOR EASTER. BT GKN'ESEK IICHA.ItDSON. Unfurl to-day your banrara gay, 0 fairest flowers; And breathe to all -who come your way. The joy and happiness you may Of Easter hours. Upon the wing new car Is sing, O early birds, Until the world is all a-rmg With songs that reach the heart and bring More joy than word9. Now loudly call from church and hall, O ringing bells, At early morn and even-fall ; A truth divine to one and all Thy music tells. Be glad to-day, be light and gay, O every heart ! Let thought how angels rolled away. The stone from where our loved Lord lay, Bid fear depart. Where dark pajths lead the bright truth speed, O every voice I Let weary souls give earnest head The Lord beloved is risen, indeed, Rejoice 1 Rejoice! Wisconsin. CHLOE'S' 'RIGINAL EGG. Aunt Deb sat near the front win dow of her little house, darning a great hole in the heel of Chloe Ann's stocking, and wondering "w'at fer dat chile so late." "Dar she come now!" she exclaimed, glancing ud the road, "an' runnin' like a wil' tukkey!" A moment later the door flew open, and Chloe Ann rushed into the room. 'Aunt Deo," she gasped, "dem gals up ter de schoolhouse " "Look yer! I wants ter know w'at you mean, bustin' inter de house dis way. Vou'se iackin' in repose oh manners, you is, Chloe Ann! Keckon I done year old mis' tellin' Miss Rosa dat a tousan' times, an' you'se des like her. Shet dat do'! Bless gra cious! 'Pears like dat Ma'ch win' tryin' ter blow all outdo's inter dis room. Now you des set down in dat ar cheer, an' don' lemme year'nudder wud fum you ontil you ketch yo' breff." Chloe Ann. puffing like a small steam-tug, rolled up her eyes despair ingly and tumbled into a chair. "Co'se I'd oughter knowed you'd 'spise fer ter j'ear 'bout dem Easter doin's," said she, slyly, as soon as she was seated, "but dey's gwine ter be mighty cur'us." 'Wat dey gwine fer ter do up dar?" inquired Aunt Deb, eagerly. Chloe grinned. "Dem gals," she said, "dey gwine ter git up a show in de schoolhouse, an' dey gwine ter have aigs an' " "Aigs!" exclaimed Aunt Deb. "Aigs," repeated Chloe Ann, im pressively, "An' mo'n dat, dey ain't gwine ter have nothin' cep' aigs. Dey kin make 'em as small as sparrers' aigs, or day kin make 'em des as big as dey can tote. Dey kin stuff 'em, or dey fckin leave 'em holler: but e'vy gals 'bleeged ter invent de aig by her own-alone self. An' Mis' Dodd she done tole us datde gal w'at make de 'riginal aig sho' ter git a prize ob ten dollars." Here Chloe Ann paused an instant to give Aunt Deb time to take in the full import of this announcement Then she proceeded ;with her tale. "Dat gal wid de long yaller curls" she say ter me, 'Nobody aint'spectin, you'll make nothin', Chloe Ann.' An I say, 'Den I 'bleeged ter 'sprise 'em.' After dat she axed me ef I reckon I kin make dat prize aig. An' I 'lowed I bounJ ter try, an' dat I aint nebber lef behime! Den she laugh mighty scornful an' toss up her head. I aint say nothin' ino but I des stan' roun' dem gals an' watches out, an' years der talk. I knows fer sho' now des how I gwine ter wuk." "Aint I allers done tole de folks you was clear grit, honey?" cried Aunt Deb. "But I dunno 'zackly w'at you mean w'en you talk 'bout de 'riginal aig." "Ho!" ejaculated Chloe Ann. " 'Riginal's de mos' diffunest from all de res', an' I'se boun' ter make dat aig. I gwine make de bigges' aig in all creation!" "Chloe Ann!" shouted Aunt Deb, switching her niece sharply with the stocking which she had just mended. "You oncompunctious chile! Don' you lemme year no mo' dat lei ndo' talk! You gwine be took at your wud some day, an' struck dead wid a clap o tunder des like Anerias an' .- . 50. S'flra was done struck w'en dey wasn't mindin' w'at dey say. Go 'long an' fotch in a armful o' light 'ood, an' sbet de chick'n-house do' an' look ter Black Jane. I done sot dat ar hen dis mornin'." Not in the least abashed, Chloe Ann bounced out of her chair and clapped her hands, declaring that she knew "'zackly w'at ter put in de in side o' dat aig, an' she shouldn't as' nobody, kase dey was all b'longin' ter her." "You'se boun' ter specerlate fud der'n da, chile." said Aunt Deb. "Dat aig's 'bleeged ter have mo'n in sides. Go 'long an' do some o'Jvo' flourishin' roun' de woodpile. Atter tea we'll set roun' de stove an' projec' 'bout dat 'riginal aig." It was after 10 o'clock when Aunt Deb and her niece rose from their seats before the fire. "An' after all dis 'spectin' an' con tending" said Aunt Deb, despondently, "we aint make out ter kiver dat aig! 1 kin ax Miss Cole fer de ole boxes, you'll git yo' pas'boa'd outen dem, an' like 'enough she'll gimme de strong w'ite muslin. But I dunno w'at you gwine ter do fer de outside." "Don't you be troubled in yo' mine 'bout dat, Aunt Deb. Law! I'se boun' ter fin' kiverin' fer dat aig. 'Taint gwine out in de world naked, cert'n sho'. I ain't nebber got lef behime yit, Aunt Deb!" With this cheering assurance Chloe Ann jumped into bed, and was -soon fast asleep. Aunt Deb spoke truly when she said that the girl was "clar grit," Until the last eighteen months of her life she had always been ill-fed and overworked. When she was 11 years old her sicklv mother became a help less invalid, and upon Chloe Ann were laid burdens far too heavy for one so young. Many a time she lay awake all night with hunge.r that the mother might not suffer. Many a time she stood between her drunken father and her mother's bedside, warding off the blows intended for the sick woman, and receiving them at last upon her own shoulders. When the mother died, two years later, and her father declined to sup port her, Chloe Ann begged and worked her way from Georgia to a small town in Pennsylvania where Aunt Deb lived. Her aunt had sent money to pay the cjst of the journey, but the father had discovered it and gained possession of it. The poor child could neither read nor write when she entered the village school; but being "clar grit," she ig nored the' ridicule of the little chil dren with whom she was obliged to recite, and worked with all her might to make up for the lost time. Mrs. Dodd, a wealthy and benevo lent woman, was at this time greatly interested in raising funds for the Orphan Asylum which she had been the means of starting in the village. She conceived the idea of interesting the schoolgirls in the enterprise, and proposed that they should have an exhibition of Easter eggs of their own invencion. She would give a prize of 810 for the most singular and unusual pro duction. Ten cents admission fee should be asked at the door. The ladies should provide refreshments, and after the committee had decided on the "most original egg," there should be a grand sale of the eggs for the benefit of the asylum. The teacher permitted the girls to interest themselves in so deserving a cause, and presently the whole village became very much interested in the "exhibition." No one was more thoroughly ex cited than Chloe Ann. She talked about egg3 she dreamed eggs. Her hope and courage never failed, not even when it lacked only four days of the appointed time, and her egg was still without an outside. Aunt Deb was not so sanguine, and expressed her surprise at Chloe Ann's cheerfulness l "Law, Aunt Deb! Ain't I brungv up 'long o' triberlations? Ain't 1 allers made out to fetch up at de head? I'se gwine out dis minute ter 'vestergate de store winders. 'Spec' I'll 'skiTer sump'n'fo' I comes home." So saying, Chloe Ann put on her - - XW STOOS: IP-AMINGr THE BASIS Oin OUR, INDUSTRIES. WA-KEENEY, KANSAS, , hat and shawl and started off, sing ing in a high key: Hump yo'se'f ter de load an' fergit de distress, f An' Haiti xv'nt Rt.nn'n hv tar BnnflF: ! Fer de harder de pullin de longer de res', An' de bigger de feed in de trough I In less than half an hour she was back again. There was a package in her arms, and a look of solemn joy on her face. . "Come in de udder room," she said in a hoarse whisper, and Aunt .Deb went into the other room without a moment's delay. When the two emerged from the little bedroom, they quivered with the awfulness of the secret in their possession. "'Spec' you got to sew de fus' lot ter de clof," said Aunt Deb. "Atter dat dey'll stick fas' 'nough." "You'se sho' you kin make dat ar?" inquired the girl, rather anxiously. "Aint 1 use ter make dem balls fer Marse Ellis's chillun, long 'fo' you was borned? Does you 'magine dat dem days an' dem doin's done drap outen my min'9 Bless gracious! I kin tell dem d'rections wud fer wud, an' I kin spangle um, too. But you'se got to do some 'sper'mentin'," Chloe Ann, kase you aint had no 'sper'unce wid sech doin's. I'se mighty glad dere aint no school dis week. " Chloe Ann's delight knew no bounds. She danced and capered about the room until Aunt Deb was thoroughly out of patience. The eventful day dawned at last, but it seemed to Chloe Ann the long est day of her life. She was dressed for the evening long before the time, and as soon as the clock struck seven she ran to the schoolhouse. When she opened the door she was dazzled with the sight. The boys had trimmed the large room most taste fully with evergreens, and had ar ranged flags and other draperies with charming effect. The Easter eggs were displayed on tables near the wall. There were emerys, almost "as small as sparrers' aigs, " with a rosette and loop of very narrow ribbon at each large end; eggs of dainty satin, filled with tempting candies; eggs coyered with swan's down, containing bottles of per fumery, or waiting to receive a lady's jewels; and eggs resplendent in blue and red velvet or plush, large enough to hold comfortably the elegant dolls that lay within. Chloe drew a long breath. ""Lan' o' glory!" she exclaimed at last "Dey's han'some! Co'se 'twas ail mighty foolish ter make calc'la tions on dat ar ten dollar. But sakes 'live! I aint gwine ter bodder 'bout dat. Somebody'll buy my aig, cert'n sho'." Chloe Ann smiled cheerfully upon the rival eggs and went her way, os tentatiously tossing over her shoulder the long scarlet ribbons that de pended from a tight braid which stood out at right angles to her head, and was exactly three inches long. An hour later she met Florence Evans, whom she described as "dat gal wid de long yaller curls." 1 'Where's your egg?" inquired Flor ence. "Reckon hit's at home," was the cool reply. 1 'Reckon you re ashamed to show it," said the girl, mockingly. "Like 'nough," replied Chloe Ann, with apparent indifference. "Why, Chloe Ann! Isn't your egg here yet0" exclaimed Mrs. Dodd. ' 'All the eggs were to be here at 5 o'clock." "Dat's a fack," said Chloe Ann very gravely. "But Aunt Deb's mighty special wid dat aig. She's gwine ter fetch hit herse'f." "But it ought to be here now." urged Mrs. Dodd. "Something must have detained her. Run and bring it yourself, that's a good girl." "Law, Mis' Dodd! You cudn't 'pen' on me, nohow, fer ter git dat aig fum de house ter de school safe and soun'. 'Spec' hit's kase I'se Iackin' in repose ob manners,'" "she added, with a chuckle. "Well, it's very strange if a girl 14 years old can't be trusted to carry a parcel!" said Mrs. Dodd, impatiently. Just as the committee who were to award the prize were about the'with draw for their conference, Chloe Ann opened the outside door, and thrust) .. -. - i f5 -t,n SATURDAY, APRIL 29, a very anxious face out into the dark ness. "Here I is!" panted Aunt Deb. c 'An you kin praise yo sta's dat I'se come. I aint never on'ertuk no sech skittish job as dis afo'. An' you aint never year no sech racket as cum fum de inside o' dis yer aig! 1 clar ter goodness! 'Twas wuss'n totin' a clock! An' I'se 'mos' 'feard some er dem kunnels dun drap off in de road." "Here, Judge Carleton!" said Mr. Dodd, taking the huge bundle from Aunt Deb's reluctant arms, and giv ing it to a gentleman standing near her. "It is so late that you will haye to exhibit this egg from the platform." Judge Carleton proceeded to the platform, closely pursued by Aunt Deb, who removed the wrapping of tissue-paper as he mounted the steps. "Hullo!" shouted a small boy, "A pop-corn egg!" A pop-corn egg sure enough, and shining and sparkling as if Jack Frost had breathed upon it! A murmur of surprise and admiration ran through the room. "Look out dar, Marse Carleton!" 'cried Auntf Deb, excitedly. "You'se gwine ter keel hit over. Keep hit de little end up, sho'!" Mrs. Dodd stepped upon the plat form, and assisted Judge Carleton to raise the upper half of the great egg. When Black Jane, Aunt Deb's favorite hen, was disclosed, sitting on a nest of white cotton-batting, everybody began to clap. Then a dozen fluffy little black heads thrust themselves out from under the wings of the old hen, and the applause be came deafening. At this all the lit tle black heads disappeared, and everybody laughed. Of course Chloe Ann's egg took the prize. The committee were not ab sent from the room more than five minutes; and as soon as the sale-began, Mrs. Dodd was solely perplexed, for it seemed as if every one wanted to buy, Chloe Ann's egg. What a jolly time they all had! How the people laughed and cheered when ex cited individuals bid against them selves! At last "dat 'riginal aig" was knocked' off at $15 to Mr. Clapham, who had been very much opposed to the asylum. "Chloe Ann, how did you ever hap pen to think of putting that brood of chickens into your egg?" inquired one of the ladies. "Law!" said Chloe. "I allers 'bserved dat chick'ns was a natchul ting to be inside o' aigs!" There was a great shout then. Chloe Ann laughed louder that any one else. Judge Carleton patted the woolly head approvingly. "Chloe Ann," said Aunt Deb, as they were walking rapturously home in the moonlight," "you'se de out doin'est gal in dat ar school-house! I'se proud on you, honey, I cert'nly is" "Law!" exclaimed Chloe Ann with a little tremble in her voice. Aint I done tole you I'se never lef behime?" Youth's Companion. Tyrlan Glass. An uncommonly interesting collec tion of Tyrian glass has come to town. It resembles in most particulars the collection of the same glass in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and is supposed to belong to the period of 300 years before Christ Some of the pieces still bear the stains of a rust which they held when buried with the Tyrians Kings, and others show the scratches made by knives of cop per and bronze. It is even asserted that some show traces of .the per fumes with which the Tryians were accustomed to enrich their wines, but as to this ithere, is room for skep ticism. The glass is inarvelously light, and some of the vessels are beautiful in form, but the presence of air bubbles in even the finest speci mens seem to show that the Tyrians had not fully conquered the art-of glass-blowing. A skilled glass-blower who saw the collection says, however, that some of the effects obtained are beyond the power of his craft to-day. GKew York Sun. , The mills of the gods grind slowly, but they get there all the fame- . i&Kpsns . v-js-i sr v K & -i, ". -w-' . - vw 'tfatsMsb society . , 15.i lit rf . I "' t I , S3. ' COWIOK 1893, RAM'S HORN BLASTS. Warning Notes CaUlng tho Wiokod fo Repentance. OVE never loses by being tested. Bees in the bonnet never make honey. There is no blacker devil than revenge. It is only the truth we obey that can do us good. Peace dies the moment envy shows its head. The lower a Christian stoops the the more he can lift. If you must be dogmatic, try not to be bull-dogmatic. God and the saloon-keeper never agree about anything. It is never hard to find people who want to play first fiddle. The light made from oil that pod gives, cannot be put out. The world will always listen to the man who makes it thins. God speaks whenever and wherever his truth is made known. The religion that is used for a cloak has no warmth in it. Wherever the gospel is preached there will be gospel results. Every time a stingy man looks at a dollar it shrinks his heart. Character is what we are when we think we are not watched. It won't do any good for a Chris tian to talk louder than he lives. The man who rides a hoppy always, wants the whole road for himself. A lie. is always an enemy, no mat ter how well-meaning it may look. A boy's idea of having fun is to be allowed to make all the noise he can. It i3 hard to make a thief believe that there is an honest man in the world. Our zeal will not a'ttract any at tention above until our motive power is love. Whenever you see a church steeple remember that God is calling you to repent. When a man begins to do wrong no power but that of God can enable him to stop. Nothing makes a man so mad as to be shewn the face of the devil in himself. It never hurts the cause of the devil a bit for a stingy man to talk in church. The heaviest load any man can try to pick up is anxiety about God's part of any work. Every man who loves sin is a sin ner, no matter what he may claim to be in church. No man can name his children without telling the world something about himself. The devil always has a room in the Lord's house when there is a kitchen in the church. Nothing hurts us like disinterested kindness, when we know that we do not deserve it. The sayings of Christ make known all the truth about txod that man ' can understand. Some people are willing for the devil to stay as long as he will be prompt in paying his rent Chlorobrom. A combination to which the name of chlorobromhas been given a so lution containing thirty grains of chloralamide and a similar amount of potassium bromide, in an ounce of menstruum has come into consider able favor, according to some of the foreign journals, as an efficacious pre ventive of sea sickness on short voy ages. The passenger is recommended to take a podophyllin pill for one or two nights before the date of sailing, and when on board to remain for a time, before rough water is reached, in a horizontal position with eyes shut, and to take no food on short trips. No 34AK was ever told a thing he ought to do that he wanted to do. if-.' wi T&G & --vj- & CROOZS, 2roprs. NUMBER 11. Doctor Dolllnger's Library. Americans, used to the "flittinf of servants, read with wonder that Doctor Dollinger's cook lived niorfc than fifty years in his service, tha housekeeper thirty-eight, and the manservant thirty-five. The great scholar and historian was mild, gentle, and considerate; which may explain the long service of his domestics, and also the fact that the sound of a quarrel had never reached the ears of the master of the house. Of course, " said Doctor Dolllnger, speaking to a lady about his house hold, "I sometimes hear a rattle fol lowed by a crash, and observe that a cup or a lug has disappeared. But then, I consider that if I had so much to do with the glass or china, the things would have been broken much sooner. " Then the scholar, with a sigh, added: "1 must say, though, that the disarrangement and mixing up of my papers and books in dusting, as they call it, is a great trial of my patience. "Ei, ei, ei, now they have turned everything-upside-down .again!" waft the mild exclamation which expressed the gentle scholar's annoyance. "Make as many wise arrangements as you please, " he once wrote to a niece, left in command of the house hold, "only be careful not to disturb the arrangement and order of my books." Scholars, clergymen, and statesmen are very sensitive about their papers and books, and dread the approach of an unsympathetic woman with broom, dust-pan. and brush. John C. Cal houn's study and library were in a building separated from his home. It had only one key, and that the statesman kept in his pocket even when absent at Washington. ' A distinguished clergyman, intro ducing a friend into his study, said:" "This room is outside of the jurisdic tion of my wife and servant. I alone am responsible for its appearance." It was not tidy-looking, but it was cozy. Books and papers, lying on chairs and on the floor, were within easy reach of the student at the table. It was iust such a room as a scholar loves, and a woman aches to put in order. For Mother's Sake. Little Bessie was no "goody-goody" child, but one who would no doubt have done her share in scrambling for the front rank in a street-fight, or in thrusting herself forward when anything good was to be had. Yet her childish nature held within it seeds of heroism and feeling, of which many a person, more favored by for tune, is destitute. A tenement fire started at midnight in New York City, and many of the tenants were killed in attempting to reach the ground. On the fourth floor the firemen found a man penned in with his little girl, and helped them to the window. As they were handing out the child she suddenly broke away from them and stepped back into the smoke, which seemed to hide certain death within its folds. The firemen returned and groped about, shouting for her to come back. Half-way across the room they came upon her, gasping and nearly smothered, dragging a doll's trunk over the floor. "1 couldn't leave it," she said, thrusting it at the man as they seized her. "My mother " They flung the box angrily through the window. It fell crashing on the sidewalk, broke open, and revealed, no doll or finery, but the deed for her dead mother's grave. Little Bessie was only thirteen, but she had not forgotten her trust. Foresight. It is a wise boy who know3 just what to do in an eraergeney. Mrst Boy (dropping in for a call) What are you doing with your hat and coat and gum boots on in the house? Second Boy Mamma is putting things to rights, and I want to keep these things where I can find 'em. Good New You can't whip a boy often enough to make him quit getting hungry. n - X J j :,n Js - ."