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WESTERN KANSAS WORLD.!
GIVLEB & C100K3, Pabliihera. TV A KEEXEY, ... - EAXSAS. NOTHING TO DO. .X have shot my arrows and spun my top. And bandied my last new ball; I trundled my hoop till I had to stop. And strung till 1 get a fall: I tumbled my books all out of the shelves, And hunted the pictures through; I have flung them where they may sort themselves. And now I have nothing: to do. The tower of Babel I built of blocks Came down with a crash to the floor; My train of cars ran over the rocks I'll warrant they'll run no more: I've raced with Grip till I'm out of breath; My slate is broken in two. So I can't draw monkeys; I'm tired to death Because 1 nave nothing to do. Maria has gone to the woods for flowers. And Lucy and Rose are away After berries. I'm sure they've been out for hours, I wonder what makes them stay? Kcd wants to saddle Brunette for me. But riding is nothing new; "I was thinking you'd relish a canter," said he, "Because you had nothing to do." X wish I was poor Jim Foster's son. For he seems so happy and gay, .When his wood is chopped and his work Is all done, Witji his little half hour to play; He neither has books, nor top nor ball. Yet he's singing the whole day through .But then he is never tired at all. Because he has something to do. American Homes. A SUNDAY liACE. BY PBTKB STl'DLEY. A cool gray aud sweet neatness with in, and a world of rampant glory with out! Cordelia Brown had been brought up Sl Shakcress, and this was her Califor ziian home. Everybody was thunder struck w hen Joel .Brown proposed to and was accepted by prim "Sister Cor delia," as sho was called by everyone. Though Sister Cordelia had years and years ago forsaken the community life, etill the early training was much in evi dence, even to the quaint and spotless kerchief. When the first froth of it had blown off, everyone agreed that after all it was not an ill-match. Joel was steady. Sister Cordelia was the quintessence of steadiness. Joel Brown was nearer fifty than forty, and assuredly Sister Cordelia made no pretense to youth Again, their farms adjoined. There fore it was all as it should be, when Cordelia transferred her bits over to Joel Brown's, his residence being about twice the size turning her house into a drying place. Joel himself bad ever been neat as wax, but now the whole surroundings shone with a purity that was immaculate. - Joel had a touch of romance in him; he stroked his silvery gray chin and said: "What do you want most that I can buy you? Something out of the ordi nary, you understand." Cordelia understood it was to be the wedding present, since before they were married she had persistently re fused to accept any memento whatso ever. After much deliberation she re plied: "Mister Brown, I guess that as ye feel ye must be extravagant for once in your life, I'll take the finest sprinkler and fountain hose ye can find. So Joel bought a length of hose and a gilded nozzle that took her breath away. She bad secretly sighed many years for half such a length, and as she directed the Etream on the golden fruit until every orange shone like a golden ball in its setting of deep green, she murmured: "My! but 1 hope such a length of nozzle is not sinful." However, Cordelia was Cordelia still, and two things she would not counten ance, viz.: the twirling whirling foun tain attachment to the wonderful hose and the other Joel's colt. Joel magnanimously changed the first to a steady triumphant matter-of- fact spray, which played nightly on the tiny lawn that was a part of the trim glory of the place; but the colt ah. there was the rub! It was Joel's weak ness, his one weakness he doted on a bit of good horseflesh, and this colt was a colt of pedigree. It had a famous racing sire. Had it been branded on its .silken coat with the word Sin it could not have been more an object of silent condemnation to Cordelia. To her it was the carnal representative of the pomps and vanities of this wicked . world. Joel was not unmindful of it; but the colt was the colt! Tractable and gentle as a kit len.led by a little halter it would run by the side of Joel, as he drove to market. It even sought with soft whinny to woo Cor delia as she passed the paddock in her clean gray dress and white cap; but Cordelia never turned her bead. Joel smiled softly to himself, yet respected Cordelia's notions all the same. The colt grew apace. The neighbors, mea and women, also respected Corde lias notions insomuch that the very -few men friends of Joel would wait un til she had passed on to meeting before Iiey strolled over to Joel's to "hev a look at that colt. It was whilst Cordelia was away that the colt was first "broke into harness." Little breaking was required, for by -Joel's methods "Enid (for such was the colt's name) seemed to understand it was a proud promotion and behaved accordingly. , When the evening came on. after the day's work was over, Cordelia, like a picture of placid rectitude, sat on the porch, the spray sprinkling the grass; and then would Joel, harness the little colt and drive away for an hour, return ing to devote himself to Cordelia and his reading. By his suppressed jubi lance Cordelia knew the horse was act ing magnificently and realizing all Joel's dreams of a colt with such a pedi gree. "Land's sake. Mis Brown, said Miss Field, a neighbor with a lisp and a sniff, "they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse as he gave one hundred and fifty dollars gold coin for, ain't no livelier than your colt, an' if it comes to a trade, yourn might be the better in the long run." She awaited Cordelia's answer with her usual sniff. Cordelia crossed her hands and said slowly: "Miss Field, I don't hold to colts, no how." "To be sure to be sure to be sure," said the Miss Field, as if pacifying on a subject upon which Cordelia was rabid. Yet, all the same, the next week Miss Field took occasion to remark: "Mis Mo rrow seems to look down on all others as small potatoes, now her husband lets her drive a blooded hoss to meeting not that you want to hear of hosses, anyhow. Do you 'low as your colt is as speedy as Deacon Mor row's?" "It is Joel's colt, not mine." . "To be sure to be sure. Well, you'll be at the camp meeting next Sunday? This was prime cruelty, and Cordelia knew it as such; for Cordelia must either ask Joel to drive her there (Joel never went to church or meeting), or else she must ask a ride behind Deacon Morrow's blood horse. Cordelia was still Cordelia; but more. Cordelia was a woman. "Yes, I'll be there. Mr. Brown will be for driving me, I guess." "To be sure to be sure. I hope it will be profitable to Mister Brown. He has my prayers. Some people do say as how they don't see for the life of them how ycu came to marry an un converted man, anyhow." "There are conversions through the heart. Miss Field, and there be only conversions through the tongue. Miss Field." Miss Field hastened to inform her friends that Cordelia, to her mind, "was back-sliding for one of Cordelia's pretensions, seeing how as she even dressed different, to show different,as it might be." "Mister Brown Joel, I should like you to drive me to camp meeting next Sunday." Cordelia had closed the spray: Joel had laid down his book he was dream ing. Mother earth was cool and sweet; the scent of orange blossom was in the air; an orange fell on the ground with a happy little thud of content. A whinny from Enid completed the calm peace of the place. Joel was sensible that it was a grave request. "Yes, I will drive you there, of course but but Cordelia, I think that old Betsy's lame; anyhow, if you kin bring your mind to it, I will drove powerful slow with Enid." Enid heard her name and took a high stepping little flourish round the pad dock. Cordelia sighed gently and was silent for a few minutes. "'Joel, I am minding if it does not hurt you to drive her, it will not hurt me to be driven." This was the nearest to a love speech that Cordelia had ever made to Joel. The barometer of Joel's humor rose corre spondingly in fact, Cordelia had to say aloud to preserve her own cool equi librium: "Men are that foolish, they be no better than a boy with a bag of nuts and a new pocketlcnife, if any thing happens to please them. Having made up her mind to it, on the Sunday she dressed with more than usual precision, as if to make up in neatness and spotless attire for what ever of the vanities she might thus be countenancing. Joel Brown was true to his word, and as Deacon Morrow passed them with his high-stepper, Cordelia felt quite comfortably sedate. Miss Field was enjoying the back seat-of the deacon's rig, and gave a friendly, pat ronizing little nod to Cordelia. Enid behaved like the lady of high pedigree she was, and beyond a shake of the mane as the deacon went by, also a suspicion of impatience at the slow pace, she went to the camp meeting most becomingly. Joel Brown also behaved most be comingly whn there, and allowed him self to be alluded to as "a brand from the burning," without the usual twinkle at the corners of his mouth. Cordelia felt she had passed through a crisis sat isfactorily, and no doubt, would have been her own placid self had not Miss Field, with her little lisp and sniff, re marked, as Cordelia was stepping into the buggy, that of course she would want to be getting off, so as to get in before dark; Deacon Morrow had no call to hurry, as the horse was that swift no doubt the deacon would pass them on the road, so they need not say good night, etc. The air was sweet and refreshing: the first evening breeze wafted over them like a benediction; for the day had been a hot one and the exhortations fervid Womanlike, with the grateful breeze came a relaxation of her nerves, and Cordelia gave vent to a remark most "techy" for her after a camp meeting. "Miss Field car act as aggravating as a spoiled cat." With that she was relieved. And as Joel tucked in her dress from the dust and after awhile asked her if she didn't think she had better have her shawl on, Cordelia was at peace with herself and the bea utif ul world again. A wide good road opened np before them for a long stretch. Enid seemed to scent the Pa cific breeze, her delicate nostrils ex panded, she seemed to be dancing on air for a minute or two. "Easy, Enid, easy! She smells the sea and wants a little run to ease off a bit," Joel remarked in explanation to Cordelia, but without allowing Enid to break a step. "Whoa, Enid, steady, slow, now slow now, that's it, that's it. She's pining for a run. you see." "Well then let her run a bit." Cordelia added the latter as a saving grace to her conscience and no one was in sight. "Well, jest a breath then," said Joel. "We'll slow up again after. All right, then, Enid ah! so gee up, then, ah! my beauty, that's it. Gee up so, there's a pace there's a step there's grace." Cordelia, after her first fright was over, was experiencing the most en chanting exhilaration. The trees ap peared to fly past. It was delightful, especially as no one was a witness. "Nay, Enid, nay, nay, now, that's enough." But Enid was pricking tip her cars and Jole turned round: "She's as sharp as a needle she heard them that's behind sooner than I did. Steady, now, no, no, you've had your little go. You'll keep quiet now." "Who's that behind?" "It's Deacon Morrow. Slow, steady, Enid! She hates to let anyone pass her, especially that hoss of the deacon's. Nay, Enid, you'll act pretty now. There that's a beauty slower slower! She hates it like poison!" Joel drew to one side. With a mighty flourish, and Miss Field calmly triumph ant. Deacon Morrow flashed past them. Enid trembled and shook again, with repressed ambition, as the deacon's equipage receded in the distance. "She do want to go!" said Joel apolo getically. . "Well, I guess we're going slower than we've any need to," said Cordelia. "But if I let her go she'll want to pass them, and she will be wuss if she don't and they are pretty far oC" "Then let her pass them, it cannot hurt, for once anyhow." "All right, Cordelia. Let 'em have it, says I. All right, Enid up! There, ah! my girl, go it, ah! so so-up there, up-there." She flesv like the wind, nearer, nearer to the deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to preserve her wonted calm, but instead had to hold on to her shawl tightly. "Gosh! you sprung on me, Joel!" shouted the burly deacon asthey passed. "Couldn't hold her in," yelled Joel back. . Now that they had distanced the other horse, Enid seemed more content to take things easier. Cordelia was ex cited, but did not know it. She felt the thrill of that swift rush past the enemy. When again she heard the other behind her, Cordelia this time turned to see. "They'll pass us," she ejaculated, nervously. "We'll let them," said Joel, thinking to please her. Nearer and nearer; the deacon was putting his horse to its pace. It passed. "Good night," blandly called Miss Field in triumph. But Enid was not to be put on one side like this, she could not understand such folly, and the Lord knows what would have happened if Cordelia had not ex claimed: "Let her go!" "Let her go, Gallagher!" replied Joel ecstatically: for it had taken all the repression in him to hold Enid back. Nearer, nearer! The deacon looked back and urged his horse, and thus urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed no urging. She was mad with joy at the chance of a race quasi or genuine Gradually they gained on the deacon. "We'll pass them yet," said Cordelia un der her breath, and Joel, stupid owL be gan to apologize for his inability to check Enid under the circumstances. "O, go on!" said Cordelia excitedly, and Joel went on. They came even with the deacon. It was no occasion now for salutations and ceremonies Miss Field was engaged in holding on. It was neck and neck. Only those who have experienced it can un- understand the tingle of it all. The deacon yelled, his horse an swered with a grand sweep that left Enid yards behind. Then Enid showed all that was in her and sped over the ground like some swift fabled creature It was for the palm of victory, both horses knew it, as well as their mas ters. Enid was gaining again, oh, so slowly to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field while she was the slightest degree in front of them. Gaining, gaining! Cordelia felt her heart thumping as it had neverthumped before. Nose to nose! Enid was first. The deacon, by a shout, urged his animal to its utmost. For oie moment Cor delia thought it wouU overtake and win. - "Joel Brown!" she cried, "ef ye can not win give me the reins and I will win myself!" And Enid won. After they bad run down, their own little st?retch of lane, and had drawn up in front of their own house, Joel helped her to alight, Maying, grimly: "Cordelia Brown, it s uncommonly like horse racing you've got to answer for." "I'll answer for it," she responded promptly. "I'm just going to give her the biggest apple there is in my bin. There, Enid!" As she stepped over the neatly coiled hose she said, drylj-: "Joel, e may have to fetch that twirlagig fountain back, yet." And Joel grinned. Thus passed into the annals Sister Cordelia's Sunday race with, sequels and sequels. Overland Monthly. A CLOSE CALL- The Almost Fatal Error of a West ern Miner. "The narrowest escape I ever had in my life," said Mayor Macready, of Little Kock. "was out near Yuba, where I was helping to work an old claim with a number of other Forty-niners, One day, expecting some important mail from home, I asked a new man on the diggings for a mule to ride over to the post office. "'All right, said my friend; take the lop-eared fellow with burrs in his toil, grazing up there on the hillside. "I found an animal answering this de scription, and was soon ou my way to the post office, when I heard a great clatter of hoofs behind me, and a lew minutes later I found myself surround ed by half a dozen Greasers, who were excitedly talking in a language I could not understand. Before I could say a word they had a lasso over a limb and my head as a target for their guns, while they led me forward and adjusted the noose. "My thoughts came like a whirlwind in this extremity. I meant to fight, but could not, for the noose was getting tighter around my neck. Just before I felt myself sinking into oblivion I heard another clatter of hoofs, two or three guns were fired, a lot of talk went on I could not understand, and then I felt some whisky poured down my throat. When I came to I learned that I had taken a mule belonging to some Mexicans who camped near by, and they were going to visit Judge Lynch's jus tice upon me in double-quick order. Some of the miners noticed their hasty departure, and surmising the cause, a rescuing party took after them. The pard who directed me to a mule with his tail full of burrs hadn't yet learned that in that part of the country a mule without burrs in his tail would be as strange as a hen with teeth in civilized lands. St. Louis Republic. HE MEANT TO SETTLE. - phoning tbe Kfilracy of a Little Ju dicious Flattery. Judge Murphy was trying a case in San Rafael once. It was a murder case, and bitterly contested. It had not pro ceeded very far before the attorneys got to loggerheads. The attorney for the defense did his best to imitate the attor ney for the prosecution, and the prose cuting attorney retaliated with all his might. Finally matters got to such a pitch that the attorney for the prosecu tion turned upon his opponent and called him down in open court. Judge Murphy interrupted, saying: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, this won't do. This sort of thing is very disre spectful to the court. This is no place for such exhibitions. If you gentle men have any differences to settle, set tle them out of court. The attorney for the defense imme- ditely rose and said: "We have no dif ference, if your honor please." "If vour honor please." said the pros ecuting attorney, "I wish to say that w have differences. And I wish to give no tice that when court adjourns I intend to crack that man's head over there! Judge Murphy exploded: "How dare you, sir? How dare you? This is the grossest contempt of court! How dare you come here and attempt to terrify counsel? I fine you $50, sir; $50. The attorney replied : "That is rather hard on me, if your honor please. Your honor distinctly suggested that I should settle my differences with this gentle man out of court, and I gave notice of my intention to do so. That was alL I have the highest respect and appre ciation of your honor's judgment in such matters, and I felt proud to accept your honor's advice. Judge Murphy was not proof against such subtle flattery, and the fine was promptly remitted. San Francisco Bulletin. Aphorism m. When a man claims that he under stands women you may be tolerably sure that he has haa experience with one woman whom he found he didn't understand. Experience is not always a good teacher. The man who has'once taken a sham for a reality is apt ever afterward to take all reality for shams. An unhappy woman" turns for distrac tion to "things; but with a man the memory of love can be affected only by a new love. Hence devotion, intense and sincere as far as it goes, to a fascinating woman is often only, his surprised tribute, though genuine in its way, to her ability in helping him to forget an other woman who, at all hazards, must not be remembered. Demand does not always regulate supply; a lover may ask for letters at the post office for a year without getting any. Alice W Rollins, in Century. TENNESSEE CENTENNLAJb President McKlinley May Opon It in Person. Remarkable Interest Taken In tke Exposition by a Number of Soath era and Northern Cities X"Iuns of tbe 'Women. ISpeolal Nashville (Tens.) Letter! The progress that has been made at the Tennessee exposition grounds dur ing the past week is simply wonderful. and there is new not the slightest doubt but that everything will be ready for the opening day. May 1, when President McKinley will in all probability open the exposition in person. ' The United States government building, which was only commenced three weeks ago, will be ready to receive exhibits by April 10, and everything will be in readiness before May 1. As an example of the interest taken in the exposition by sis ter cities it is sufficient to note the fact that Knoxville, Cincinnati and Louis ville are now at work on special build ings. Memphis has completed a most beautiful structure, and Chicago will show up to the front with the Illinois building, that will be a veritable work of art. Rhode island and other states will have their own buildings and the indi vidual exhibits will be of the greatest possible interest. Chicago and Hlinois have set a most brilliant example. The building will be an exact reproduction, of the famous Administration buildingj at the Columbian exposition, one-sixth the size, and it will be adorned with the) groups of statuary that graced the original building and which cost $60, 000. It has been said that this building will be the cause of many thousands of people visiting the exposition, as those who did not see it at Chicago have been sorry ever since, and those who did see it will gladly avail themselves of the opportunity to see it again. The Mem phis building is a very great attraction. It is in the form of an Egyptian pyramid with porticos; the pillars being bril liantly painted and covered with hiero glyphics. The various orders or se cret societies will nearly all have build ings. The Knights of Pythias and Red! Men are now completing baodsome structures and others are to follow. The attractions in the Woman's build ing are increasing every day. The president of the woman's depart ment, Mrs. Van Lear Kirkman. assisted by Mrs. G. H. Ratterman, chairman of the women's patents, is preparing the most unique exhibition of woman's work imaginable. They have the life size figure of a horse, upon which is a number of trappings invented for a horse by women. Upon the walls and on tables are other trappings. There are several hundreds of these, all in vented by women. One of the most use ful is a check rein to prevent the an imal's getting his tail over the lines;; this was invented by Mrs. Kate M. Dean, of Memphis, and it received a gold medal at the world's fair. Another is the fly net, to protect the under part of the horse, the invention of Mrs. Stryker, of Plainfield, 111., a saddle invented by a Wisconsin lady, and a stirrup from Ohio. Mrs. Mary Fourard, of Kalama zoo, Mich., has invented a rein holder. and a New Orleans lady has designed a sun shade. Mary Ingersoll, of Erie, Pa., has a design for a trace supporter, and there are a hundred others. The Knoxville ladies have secured a large part of the money necessary forthedec- oration of their building, and elaborate plans have been prepared for work on the walls and ceilings. Among the special meetings of wom en already arranged for are the follow ing: May Hermitage Convocation, 4th, 5th and 6th; Artistic Dress, 10th; Os soli Circle, 11th and 12th; Authors Convocation, 13th and 14th; Music Con vocation, 17th and 18th; College Day, 19th; Child Study Convocation, 20th and 21st; National Council Convoca tion, 24th, 25th and 26th; Chautauqua Day, 27th. October Industrial Convocation, 1st ; Nineteenth Century Club Convocation. 4th and 5th; Council of Jewish W omen, fith and 7th; Social Science Convoca tion, 8th and 9th; Memphis Women's Council, 11th, 12th and 13th; Watauga Chapter Convocation. 14th and 15th; Daughters of the Revolution, 18th and 19th; Art Convocation, 20th and 21st; General Federation Convocation, 22d and 23d; Convocation of Mothers, 25th and 26th; TheNew Thought of the New Cen tury, 27th; State Federation Convoca tion, 2Sth, 2Dth and 30t.h. The ladie3 of Memphis have also some very elaborate plans for decorat ing their building which will make it a bower of beauty. The wails will be ia white and gold, with a frieze of lilies. The window, a large circular one, fif teen or twenty feet in diameter, will be put in by Tiffany, of New York. in. sunset colors, and about it will be painted sunset clouds. The newel posts will be of brass, large and hand some, and on each will be a jardiniere of hammered brass, containing: St. 'Joseph lilies, also of brass. Every cluster of lilies trill bend over, nnd in the center of each will be an in candescent light. Many thousands of dollars will be spent in this work and every dollar of the money is in hand. Among the many fine paintings in their exhibit will be two from the Paris salon,