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p to : j Mr w -. , "Si , ijv r V J I Yearly Subscription. 1 FIFTEENTH YEAR. AN OLD LOVER'S PROTEST. To Emilio. aged 7. "A now beau," never ! Tell me, now, If you could sit. spring's cheok to winter's Upon his knee, and ask him how H6 got his face bo full of "splinters l" And thon. how ever could you, miss Don't drop your oyes beneath your lashes Ask his forgi-venoss with a kiss, And lose the knot in his mustaches 1 How could you bully him until He told "a great, long fairy story" And fed your big brown eyes their fill Of giants, Undines, war, and glory ! A nicknamo might be a caress To some folks, in a childish trouble J3ut "Geb" does smack of wickedness To those who know the devil's a "gobble 1" Send him about his business, quick, Tell him you're only "in shore dresses," And that "the loe scenes make" you "sick" In books, and that you acorn carosses 1" Tell him, in short, poor little man ! To run back homo, for you would rather Discard ten thousand lovers than Give up your oldest beau your father ! -New York llecorder. THE END OE A EEUD. It was certainly a first-rate feud and a source of much pride to the settlers in and about Hickey Town ship, just as a haunted house or a murder mystery or a long-lived scan dal might have heea, only the feud was much more satisfactory because It had been on for four years, and hardly a month had passed during all that time that had not witnessed some new episode in the affair, and each one seemed more startling than its prede cessor. . And so it was that the good people of Hickey Township held their heads just a little bit higher than their less lortunate friends who re side in more peaceful poitions ot the country. It the feud all started on account of a yearling calf than which, per mit me (a stock raiser of limited but fruitful experience) to interpolate, there never was nor can there ever be a creature more hopelessly, unreason ably "ornery" and one more produc tive of sinful language and display of sultry temper on the part of its keep ers. Yearling calves have caused the recording angel more trouble, broken up more old friendships, pro duced more family jars and in the form of veal begotten more indiges tion and the insomnia resulting there from than but this is not an essay on the sinful, sportive steerlet and his short-comings. The Walkers and the Benedicts had been old neighbors forj years, "back in Ioway. " In fact, the elder Walk ers and the elder Benedicts had been married about the same time, at the beginning of the war, and had just settled on adjoinine homesteads when the first gun was tired on Sumter. The men enlisted in the same com pany, fougbt side by side, ate and slept and suffered together, and at home their young wives waited and wept together. When the little Walkers and the little Benedicts grew large enough to run about they were playmates and boone companions; the children of one family felt as much at liberty in the home of the other as they did in their own for twenty eight years the two families lived in peace and amity, and then that mis erable calf precipitated an irreparable row. It was too bad; all the neigh bors said, but it is a noticeable fact that none of them attempted to patch up a piece life in Hickev Township and at Hickey Corners would have .been dull, indeed, but for the feud; so everybody sat by and watched each new phase of the affair with nervous, morbid interest and commented thereon, hut not in a manner likely to prove'eonducive to a truce on the part of the disputants. It was in this way: The Benedict and Walker houses had been built on adjacent corners of the homestead quarters, and were quite close to gether; in fact, one well, sunk on the quarter-section line between the two homesteads, had furnished water or Doth families for the first four years after coming to Dakota, and it was only a short distance from either house. But it came to pass on the Walker domain there was horn and grew and -waxed fat and l,sassy" a brindle calf, with a right smart chance of white in its eye and a plethora of deep-dyed mischief in its soul and he (for it was a young gentleman 'critter"). reK-CMMHwuti auwapyTbHwiwiw mjmuii . ihjli 5. .r-Ssl?ai5:?SSSSH:f: - - - "J -Ir . Jp2 ,. r . 50. WA while yet of tender ase but tough of record, engendered the feud. He had wandered away the day before, and when he returned at night the gate of the calf pen was shut against him, and in the morning when Papa Bene dict arose from post-breakfast family prayers, and followed by the younger male Benedicts hied him toward the stable, he beheld his neighbor's in cipient steer nipping in the bud sundry young and toothsome cabbages and kicking out of the earth, in his bovine abandon, all he could not eat Then Papa Benedict was wroth and thereupon did he give way to naughty, profane words, while the young Benedicts surrounded the of fending calf aud brought him up for judgment. Now Papa Benedict was a man ot hastv temper, but easily calmed; so when the calf was tendered him at the end of a long picket-rope his wrath had decreased several degrees and he wound the rope around his hands and started to lead the calf home. it was while he was pondering on what to say to the calf's owner that the calf suddenly remembered a pre vious engagement and started in some haste to keep it, heading directly across the croquet ground. Papa Benedict wished to follow with more dignity than the calf desired and presently his feet were scraped from under him bv a wicket and he was being handled the way the vaqueros in South America are supposed to make butter at the end of a lasso. He did not look verv neat when a few minutes later he reached the Walker residence and called his neighbor out. He was holding the calf up short, but his temper had slipped its tether and caused him to say bad words, to which Pop Walker replied in kind whereat Pop Benedict seized a con venient neckyoke and killed the cause of the trouble. Of course there was a fight and considerable ill-chosen language; then, as soon as possible, Papa Benedict sued Papa Walker for the damage to his cabbages and Papa Walker sued Papa Benedict for the value of the. calf. After that they prosecuted each other for assault and battery; the younger members of both houses "sassed" each other at every available opportunity. Mrs Walker and Mrs. Benedict did no more "neighboring " and Mort Benedict and Nellie Walker "busted up" with each other. That is, Nellie broke with Mort, who for his part had a wholesome con tempt for feuds and such nonsense, and would fain have ignored the state of affairs, so far as Nellie was con cerned, except for the opposition any overtures from him would have re ceived on all sides, and especially from Nellie. So he had to grin and bear it, leaving, however, all hostili ties to the others, and speaking pleas antly to any of the Walkers he chanced to meet. But finally, through a rash act of his own, he was forced into the feud. There was a husking bee of the good old-fashioned sort at Thompson's one niRht, and the younger members of the hostile houses attended. During the evening Mort found a red ear in his pile, and he never knew what impelled him to do it unless it was that Nellie looked so pretty and tempting he took his former sweet heart in his arms and kissed her, not once, but three times. As soon as it could be dene without the girls knowing it, Bud Walker and Harvey Free invited Mort and Pel Horner out into the moonlit pasture, where Bud insisted on "having it out" Mort demurred, but in vain, and much to his regret was forced to "lick" to a standstill not only the man he hoped some day to call his brother-in-law, but the latter's-second as well; Pel Horner being a cripple and unable to accommodate young Free, who was "pinin' " on account of his principals defeat That settled it. Thereafter even tenderhearted Mrs. Walker who, like Mrs. Benedict, sincerely regretted the trouble that kept her apart from her old-time friends these four long years and who always had a pleasant greeting for all the family, especially for Mort, who was a great favorite of hers cut him dead when she hap - , -h- rK.,&W3M&r - ? x. p - t --f & H- wsg. GaMaatsy r STOCK! IP-AMINa- TI2B BASIS Oin OTJR, rNIDXJSTR,IE3S. - KEENEY, KANSAS, SATURDAY, AUGUST 19, 1893, pened to meet him. and even the frigid inclination of the head with which Nellie had been wont to recog nize his presence on those rare oc casions on which they met was now denied him. All this cut Mort deeply, but he was made of too tough fiber to show it; so, till the end of the feud, he tried to act as though he did not care ; just as did Nellie, who, however, was obliged to confess to herself once in a while that she did care "lots." The spring of 1885 is a memorable one in the history of many portions of the Dakotas. The amount of rain ! in the fall and the snowfall of the winter preceding had been very slight indeed, and there were no spring rains to encourage the farmers. The creek beds and coulees were dry; the lake beds and sloughs were as inno cent of water as powder magazines and the matted grasses and reeds standing in them were as dry as the grass on the prairies. Everything in vited the fire fiend, whose work on the plains is so switt and thorough and he accepted the invitation. Prom the wheat regions up north came tales of his deadly work of counties almost entirely laid waste, of hundreds made homeless and pen niless, with nothing left even where with to wring their bread out of the soil. In C County and its neighbor?, however, all felt secure; the fires were far north of them and being gradually exterminated. Besides, they were in the Jim River valley; it is curious how much confidence the proximity of a river will give to the settler who is threatened by prairie fires. Mort Benedict and his father were returning from the country town one day, having been in to leave "mother1' for a two day's visit and to have the breaking plow repaired. For a day or two there had been rumors of fires only twenty miles or so to the north and they were talking of this as they crossed the bridge four miles from home. As they reached the top of the bill on the west side of the iiver Mort glanced at the northern horizon, which was not distant on account of a range of hills running east and west, and did his eyes deceive him or was that smoke just rolling up above the line of hills? "Look, father!" - Startled, the elder man did so. "Good God, Mort! She's a-comin', an' comin' t' beat h 1, too! We've got to race t' save anything!" And race they did, but the fire was racing, too: and when they drove their panting lorses into the door yard the flames were only a few miles away and coming down at lightning speed. While Tom and Boy saddled their ponies and rounded up the live stock, Mr. Benedict and the three elder boys and Bessie, in an incredibly shot space of time, put into the two wagons everything that it was possi ble to save, after which Hal and George saddled their ponies, joined Tom and Boy with the herd, and the whole precession, headed by the two wagons driven by Mort and his father, moved off at a rapid pace toward the river. Then, and only then, did Mort notice that there was no sign of nu man life about the Walker place. His heart gave a learj. "Bess!" he saia, sharply, "did did they git away? Did ye notice 'em movin' 'round?" The girl's eyes opened wide. ,cOh, Mort! I haven't heard or seen a sign of 'em all day!" Take them reins. I'm goin' back an' sse." He leaped from the wagon and ran back, noting as he did so how hot the air had become and how near the big wave of smoke was. Mrs. Walker, singing softly as she bustled about the kitchen, was a bit startled to see who her unannounced visitor was. "Mis' Walker, where's all your men folks? No, I - didn't come fer trouble only th's a prairie fire only a little ways off an' comin' down like mad! Mrs. Walker sank into a chair. "Oh heavens! .An' father sick abed 'rawwwga, '-sg - .--"? - t - rA'r,isi- a'-asr vw cr SZStSK&?&X - x K & n&. -Tf-:2" r3-- -' - C K, --., w.4 isssra . - i s an' all th' boys over t' Berry's on a breakin'-bee!" "Good Lord! An't I glad I come back? Where's th' hosses?" "Oh, Mort! They're all loose in the paster!" "Git what things ye wantuh save t'gether real quick! They an't no spare time." And Mort tore out of the house like a madman and down to the pasture, not noticing that Nellie had entered the kitchen and was staring at him open-eyed. Both Mr. Walker's wagon teams were composed of animals usually as docile as lambs; but to-day, bunched together in the corner of a pasture, they sniffed the coming flames and it seemed to put wild lmrjs into their lumbering carcases, and it was along, trying time before Mort could catch two of them, swear, pray, try as he might and the great fire rolled swiftly nearer. The wind had shifted from northeast to northwest. Mort saw with a sinking at his heart that there was an een chance of getting cut off from the river. Mr. Walker was on a feather-bed on the floor of the wagon and Mrs. Walker crouched beside him. Nellie ran back into the house for the family Biblethen climbed up beside Mort ''Git up! Cik!" The heavy whip came down hard on the horses' flanks, and the race was begun. Faster came the flames; the billow of smoke rolled over them, now and then dropping feathery grass cinders as it passed; they could hear the roar of the fire and feel its hot breath whenever the wind increased in veloc ity and Jim River so far away! Nearer came the great wave of flame; the air was dense and suffocat ing. Mort, in his frenzy, lashed the now running horses incessantly, curs ing, praying, saying he knew not what Mrs. Walker wept and prayed. Mr. Walker new and then gave a feeble moan. Nellie, on the seat be side Mort, kept her lips tight closed and said nothing, only clinging to the seat more desperately as the wagon bounced and lurched. Mort looked at her. Her silence angered him. "Git off'n th' seat!" he roared. "How d'ye think Ic'n drive, with you sittin' thar!" The girl obeyed, and fell, rather than climbed, back into the box. Mort Benedict's recollections of what occurred after that are very dim. He remembers of driving deeper and deeper into the terrible heat and smoke, of tearing through' a volume of flame that seemed end lbss flame that burned his eyes, his nostrils, his throat and scorched his hair and eyebrows then, with a final leap, the horses dashed down the slope into the shallow river, and he knew no more. When Mort awoke he could not for some time realize where he was, and lay for some time trying to remember. Oh, yes; he was in Will Berry's room. He remembered the antlers on the wall and the white curtains at the windows. Some one came in softly from the next room. "Who is it?" he asked. It was Nell, and she came and leaned over him. "It's me, Mort. I've be'n here all th' time. I thought ye knew me, sometimes. You've be'n sick." "Are ye here t' stay Nell always, I mean?" " She sat down on , the edge of the bed and put her hands on his shoul ders. "If ye want me to, Mort" He drew her face down to his, but put her at arms' length presently. "But how about th' feud, Nell?" They ain't no more feud, Mort" San Francisco Argonaut The Same Basin. Here is a story about the Duke of Norfolk. During the recent pilgrim age to Ubme there was a great crush at the refreshment bar at one of the stations. The Duke, observing a lady remaining in the carriage in de spair, immediately stepped up to her and offered his own basin of soup. The lady could not be persuaded jto deprive so distinguished a personof his refreshnient Procuring another spoon, the Duke and the unknown lady pilgrim s-pped together out of the same basin. sJrJ -' -...: ':ttv ' ' -' "' 'mate hist sooittV COWICK w, RAM'S HORN BLASTS. "Warning Notes Calling the "Wicked to Repentance. RIDE .is a hard master. Nothing that concerns God can be little. A good man has no quarrel with the truth. As soon as God is known, His law is loved. No sermon is dull that cuts the conscience. No man fears God, who does not fear to sin. Burnishing gold does not add to its value. The lazier a man is, the more he claims to be sick. A lie can run fast, but the feet of truth never slip. A doubt is the heaviest thing man ever tried to lift The acorn looks little, but it con tains a whole forest. God never made a law that was not for His children's good. Whenever love talks to us, it speaks our mother tongue. Mem who want the saloon to stay don't want the devil to go. You will miss it if you guess at the size of a lion by his roar. Until we have given ourselves to God, we rob him of everything else. You will never find an easy place until you find it in the yoke of Christ Give some psople money enough, and they will vex themselves to death. There is no doubt joy below when ever a church members goes to a cir cus. Whenever truth is put in the grave resurrection power goes to work. Culture may sandpaper and polish, but it cannot change the grain or the wood. Human wisdom cannot guide us through the valley of the shadow ot death If the devil couldn't hide his face behind a mask, he would never leave the pit. The man who loves his own way is always trying to stop his ears against the truth. Nobody can prove that the devil is not jealous of the man who is mean to his wife. The charity that begins at home and stays at home, generally dies of heart failure. It Is hard for a fool to understand why he is seldom overtaken by any one going his way. If your, pastor prays too long for you, it may be that your prayers for him are too short Fellowship with Christ can not be enjoyed by those who seek happi ness in their own way. It is more than likely that most of God's work is done by people who have only one talent His Wit Saved Him. A certain Irishman, having been challenged to fight a duel, accepted the conditions after much persuasion. His antagonist, a lame man, walked on crutches. When the place for the shooting had been reached, the lame man's seconds asked that he be al lowed to lean against a mile-stone which happened to stand there. The privilege was allowed, and the lame man took his stand. The Irishman and his seconds drew off to the dis tance agreed upon, one hundred feet Here Pat's courage suddenly failed him, and he shouted to the lame man: "I've a small favor to ask of ye, sor. ' "What is it?" asked the cripple. Pat answered: "I tould ye that ye might lean agin the mile post and now I would like the priv ilege of Ieanin' agin the next one." The laugh that followed spoiled everybody's desire for a fight, and the whole party went home without a shot having been fired. Mf St VlrfJeJ ii TS" -. & CROOKS, Propre. NUMBER 27. UNDUE CORPULENCY. How It Can Be Reduced By Proper "Diet and Exercise. There are two kinds of women In this world who are morbidly unhappy from what they choose to regard as nature's injustice to them. These two specimens are those who ar& either extremely thin or who are bur dened with an excess of flesh. The former, however, though it may be treason to expose their little fraudSr may help nature out by sundry pafrs and a fluffy style of dressing, but tab stout woman, despite all her efforts to hide her undue corpulence, is con scious always that her flesh is un wieldy. But to such as these there is only one method of actual reduc tion, and that is by a combination ot diet and exercies. There is danger in an abnormal in crease of size as it brings other troubles in its train, the more seri ous of which are accumulations of fat around the heart and lungs. Mild aperients should be taken frequently, also stewed fruits. All alkalines are valuable, and lemon juice is desirable in every lorm. Green salads, water cress and asparagus may be tak& freely; but potatoes and all farina ceous food should be strictly avoided. The mistake should not be made of taking vinegar, save in moderatioa and with other articles of food, for in large doses it will produce inflam mation of the inner coats of the stomach. To produce a gradual and lasting reduction in size, diet is of the great est importance, and with this and mild aperients an unhealthy increase of adipoise tissue may be prevented. To the stout woman exercise is gen erally a burden, but begun in small doses and increased gradually it will soon grow to be a pleasure and a ben efit as well, if she is really deter mined to reduce her size. A Miraculous Escape. During one of the great eruptions of Etna a tremendous stream of lava burst forth from 'the side of toe mountain, and descended towards the town of Catania, threatening it with destruction. The terror-stricken inhabitants be sought their patroness, St Agatha, to avert the impending catastrophe, but their prayers for a while seemed all in vain. Closer and closer crept the dreaded lava stream, before whose powerful thrust even the town wall must give way, when lo! a miracle. A few inches from the wall the stream was arrested in its progress and began to pile itself up in a heap. Higher and higher it grew, fed by fresh lava from behind, until before it had quite cooled and hardened it had actually overstepped the wall. St Agatha, as might be expected, obtained the credit of this miracle, as it was thought to be, but science very soon after robbed her of it Lava, it has been discovered, is fuli of tras, which gushes out in little jets and so strong are these jets that the lava actually blew .itself back from the wall, and as the wall was luckily strong enough not to be,blown down, the lava kept on blowing itself back till it had time to cool. A Dangerous Barber Shop. The funniest street sign that ever hung over a New York door is that of a barber on Hudson street, near where the city's thoroughfares got tangled up in such confusion at Abingdon Square, The owner of the shop is a darkey and is very fond of big words. So when he had his sign, painted he had it read, "Tonsorial Parlor," Instead of just plain 'Bar ber Shop." This sign hung for nearly a year. Then some wajf probably told him that there was a more elegant wording which might draw custom to his shop. Within a week a new sign, resplendent in red, white, and blue, hung out, proclaim, ing that a 'Tonsorial Abattoir" might be found within. It is not known whether the shop is more lib erally patronized under its new des ignation as a halrdressing butcher shop or not, but certainly the darkey is very happy over the length, and impressive appearance of t new Tord on his sign. New York Prtssu i m i , ft . J " i -ffoO..