Western Kansas world. [volume], February 04, 1905, Image 8

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Lullaby
Now the evening shadows fall .
On the mossy garden wall.
And the birdies, soft and wee.
Sleep within the cherry tree.
But the bee Is busy yet
Where the leaves are dewy wet
In the honeysuckle vine.
Baby darling, baby mine.
And the West is full of dreams.
Rosy glows and golden beams.
Made for slumbers, calm and deep, '
By the lovely Lady Sleep.
With the woolly lamb to hold.
And the bedtime story told,
Sleep for rosy dreams are near.
Waiting for my baby dear.
Brooklyn Eagle.
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(Copyright. 1904. by
The man behind the little half-moon
window in the "Impecunious Loan Of
fice" glanced at the pathetically old
fa.shioned peculiarly carved brooch he
held in his. hand, and with a swift
but fleeting look into the sweet face
framed in the window, dropped his
eyes suddenly, and exclaimed in a
business-like tone, "three dollars."
:"Very well." The words were so
quietly spoken, so low, the man
scarcely heard. "Three dollars." he
repeated again in a slightly raised
voice, and was rewarded by a nod in
the affirmative, as he again absorbed
in that fleeting glance the beauty and
sadness of the young face before him.
"It is the very last thing I had to
pawn," the woman murmured as she
sped swiftly homeward through the
snowy streets. "What the future will
bring I dare not think."
The crowd that jostled and pushed
her hither and yon was a good
natured crowd, elated and cheeked by
some Divine thought of the approach
ing New Year.
Inhaling some of its spirit, the wom
an quickened her steps, and stopped
pantingly at last in front of a decid
edly squalid-looking house in a poverty-stricken
quarter of the city.
"I'll get the things first," she smiled
faintly, and when she ascended the
stairs a little later her arms were
filled with sundry mysterious pack
ages, topped by one great paper par
cel, from which protruded frivolously
some toothsome chocolate eclairs and
other dainties. Interspersed here and
there by New Year's candies of vari
colored hues. .
"Was she much trouble, Mrs. Mulli
gan?" she asked, as in response to
her knock a door to the left of the
dark hall was thrown open, and a
frowsy, betousled head thrust forth.
"An" is that you, Mrs. Relevan?
Suure I'm glad you kem home. No,
ma'am she wasn't the shloightest
thrubble not the shloightest."
"Mamma," called a sweet, childish
voice, as a little white-robed figure
bounded forward. "Ooh, what lots o
nice things you got. Can we have a
party, to-morrow, mamma, an' can I
stay up to-night to hear the chimes
ring?"
"Fir3t, supper, darling, and then
lit see."
She set a dainty table such a ta
ble as seemed unfamiliar, so long had
it been since she had seen one like
it and when it was all complete, she
called Mrs. Mulligan.
"A faste. a faste." As Mrs. Mulli
gan stood in the doorway wiping her
glistening red arms on her apron, she
looked a picture of good nature, good
cheer. Many a time had she given
of her own limited store, rejecting
vehemently Mrs. Relevan's objections.
"Shure you'd do the same sf you had
tt.: darlint. Toosh don't oe foolish."
She was the life of the little party
"What the future will bring I dare
not think."
to-night, and little Margaret, climbing
Into her lap, threw her diminutive
arms around her neck, and rested her
fair small head lovingly against her
ample shoulder. "I'm going to stay
up to hear the chimes ring." she mur
mured sleepily, but even vhile she
spoke the last remnant of candy
dropepd from her small, clenched fist,
and she fell fast asleep.
"An' that divil." muttered Mrs. Mul
ligan as her mother softly tucked the
coverlet around the small, childish
form, "could lave a choild like that.
Be gorra, the mia have no hearts
no hearts!"
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Daily Story Pub. Co.)
The two women sat late into the
night. They had been drawn one to
another by a common bond, the bond
of woman's suffering. Their rooms
adjoined one another, and as they
toiled day after day, one at the wash
tub, the other at the machine, work
ing for the bare privilege of exist
ence, they encouraged one another
with cheering words, each essaying
to lighten the other's burden.
"A Happy New Year," whispered
Mrs. Relevan softly, as the last tune
ful chime rang out that night. "A
Happy New Year."
"The same to you, darlint, an man
ny more o' thim." Mrs. Mulligan's
door closed softly. There was dark
ness and quiet in the stretch of gloom
between them.
His arms were outstretched.
"I'd like to pay the interest on the
brooch. I cannot take it out just
now."
The sweet voice stirred him
strangely. It was like a strain of
sweet music, whose impelling beauty
is never forgotten. He had remem-
bered It all through the long year.
Backondorp had succeeded to his
father's business by the natural law
of heritage from father to son. Its
sordidness had not robbed his nature
of its inherent craving for, what might
be called for lack of a more appropri
ate word, "sentiment."
Here was a woman of a different
type from the others a different type
from his own wife, whose coarse
voice rang in his ears even now. He
lingered for a moment in the dark
ened room behind the crescent-shaped
window, and then emerged from a
door next it, with something clutched
tightly in his band. With one keen
glance he observed the shabbiness of
the poorly dressed woman before him.
They were alone in the deserted
outer room. The man leaned heavily
against the door leading to the hall
way and thence to the street.
"Would you not rather have this
than your own plain brooch?" he
asked rapidly, hurriedly. - "See It is
a diamond. And its setting is beauti
ful. It is of the best. You "
He moved toward her, attempting
to seize her hand.
"Stop!" she cried in' a ringing
voice. "I came here to pay the inter
est on 'my' brooch. t ,
He slunk through the half-opened
door then, the diamond heart seeming
to burn his fingers.
When she had gone, he sank into a
chair.
"Confound it,", he muttered.
"and so shabby, too.'
"Another year gone by, we, haven't
been sick anny to spake of, an' thank
God we didnt want for food." Mrs.
Mulligan was hostess to-night, and her
kindly face fairly beamed with Its
hearty welcome and good will, the
grace of the New Year already ap
pearing to have Imprinted its insignia
upon it.
"Now. darlint. I'm goin to sing yon
an old-fashioned Irish nursery song."
Little Margaret smiled up at her,
and with one small fist tightly clasped
in the other's great rough one, pre
pared to listen.
As the crooning continued, its' Inter
minable length produced drowsiness.
There was a fluttering and an essay
ing, but the white lids would droop
over the sweet blue eyes. A Heaven
ly smile appeared on the baby face.
And little Margaret, in spite of her
efforts, drifted peacefully into the
land of. dreams.
"Phwat do you think?" Mrs. Mulli
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gan began "tentatively, "I saw him
to-day."
Mrs. Relevan relieved her of the
sleeping child and buried her face In
its soft, golden curls.
"He wants to koom back. An be
looks moighty prospherous too. A
misunderstanding, he says, but if
you would forgive "
She never forgot the look on the
white face, as it slowly up reared
itself from the mass of tumbled curls.
"Forgive she cried brokenly, and
then as the chimes began their peal
ng the door opened and closed noise
lessly, and Mrs. Mulligan slipped
quietly out.
. A moment later a handsome, white
faced man stood on the threshold. His
arms were outstretched. His voice
pleading. Its tones mingled vibrat
ingly with the music of the chimes.
"Let us begin the New Year to
gether, Margaret," he said humbly.
"Together dear."
The child on her knee stirred rest
lessly. She quietly reached out her
hand.
THE ONE GREAT PROBLEM.
Question of Distribution That Has to
Be Solved.
George L. McNutt, the preacher
laborer and social economist, other
wise known as "The Dinner Pail
Man," told recently of a conversation
he once had with a multi-millionaire.
After lecturing in the plutocrat's man
sion on the inequalities and strug
gles of life, he seized the occasion to
investigate the rich man's point of
view.
"What's the matter with this old
world, anyway?" he asked. "Did the
Creator overlook something in his
plans?"
"That's not it at all," was the reply.
"It's all a question of distribution. I
made my money by handling just one
of the world's many products just
one but every item of waste was
eliminated from the handling. This
wasteful duplication in distributing is
what picks our pockets and keeps the
poor man down. Why, grapes that I
raise on my farm in the West cost to
produce just one cent a pound, but to
put them on the table in New York
makes the price soar to twelve cents
a pound. In other words,' God gives
us grapes for one cent and our waste
ful way. of distributing them around
makes them cost us eleven times
more than they are actually worth.
"You will say that our method of
handling, products makes work for
many men, but the high prices they
are obliged to pay for everything
makes it a game of taking in with one
hand and paying out with the other.
There's no doubt of it, much of the
world's misery hinges on this one
thing the question of distribution."
Maximilian's Officer Saw Him Shot.
A beneficiary of the will of Ferd
inand Maximilian, emperor of Mexico
from. 1864 to 1867, lives in Vineland,
N. J., in the person of Rudolf Stinerter,
now 62 years old. He was a captain
of artillery on the ship Penosola, and
was sixty-five miles off shore1 the
night Gen.' Lopez betrayed the em
peror. He started on land for his be
loved commander with 11 guns and
940 men, and cutting his way through
surrendered with 440 men and 3 guns.
Stinerter, with other officers, saw his
commander shot. He differs with his
torians in describing the death scene.
He says Maximilian refused to have
his eyes bandaged,' ana stood up with
one hand on his heart, marking tb
spot where the four soldiers were re
quested to fire, and with the other hand
outstretched fell . back and expired
immediately. Maximilian left each of
his officers $100 a year in his will. The
only other officer Stinerter knows to
be living is Baron Fulmer of Phila
delphia. Philadelphia Public Ledger
To a Critic.
I sometimes wonder which the earliest
thrived.
The mind creative or the analytic;
Whether the writer first ai-iived.
Or first the critic.
'Tis certain that in Paleolithic times
Men fully understood the art of slating?
And earlier than the birth of rhymes
They practiced rating.
Dear Critic, do not think we value less
The potency of your perennial function
Because you sometimes curse and bless
In strange conjunction.
'Tis true as the generations pass.
There is a deal of reputation breaking:
The ages write you down an ass.
And no mistaking.
But let not this disturb your candid mind;
The donkey's ears are very slow ir
showing;
The lion's skin you hide behind
Is vast and flowing.
Ton need not think about posterity.
Yhen bolstering the false or scouting
beauty.
To rectify your faults will be
Oblivion's duty.
Pall Mall Gazette.
Onions as Weather Prophets.
One of the rites performed by the
French peasants on New Year's eve
is the forecasting of the weather for
the coming year by means or onions.
When the . bells ring for midnight
rr.ass they scoop ' out the middles oi
twelve onions and set them in a row
on the kitchen table, fill them with
salt and name them for the months
in the year. Then, when they return
from mass they examine the condition
of the salt. If it has melted in any ol
the "months" those months will b
rainy; if the salt remains dry it Indi
cates drought; if half melted the first
fortnight of the month will be wet. .
The peasants have such implicit
faith in this means of foretelling th
weather that they plant their crops
in accordance with the prophecy o
the onions.
Fox in a Dining Room.
A fox, being hard pressed by the
Tidworth Hunt, washed through the
large window of the dining room of
the residence of Major Foyle, R. E,
at Netheravon, escaping through the
front door. London Express.
Ormond-Daytona Beach in Florida. Makes
the Finest Automobile Track on Earth
The condition of the Ormond-Daytona
beach this winter is magnificent;
according to old residents it was nev
er better. Being entirely different in
formation from the Northern beaches,
or, in fact, any other beach in the
world, has been the cause of its great
reputation.
Its sand is composed largely of the
shells of the coquina clam, peculiar to
this part of Florida. This shell is
about one-half an inch long and very
thin. For ages nature has been rolling
them up, washing them back into the
surf and pulverizing them. Examined
under the microscope, each particle is
round, unfit for mortar, builders say.
because its smoothness prevents it
from holding together; yet, strange to
contemplate, the very moment a wave
leaves the wet, apparently soft beach,
these round particles settle down into
a cement almost as hard as asphalt,
beyond the comprehension of one who
has not seen it. Surely it must have
been made for the automobile, for re
gardless of weather conditions, there
is no mud, no dust, tires never heat
ed owing o the moisture, and an ex
ploded tire is unknown. Here, too, the
great dangers of road and track
racing are entirely eliminated, and
Roundup At Clubhouse
man can never build a road as hard
and smooth. Repairs are unnecessary,
as twice each twenty-four hours it is
entirely rebuilt by the tides. Immense
holes may be dug, but the next tide
hides every trace.
Being almost level and with an av
erage rise and fall of only two feet
nine inches at extreme low tide, this
beach is from three hundred to five
hundred feet wide and can be used
from two hours after until two .hours
before high tide, thus giving an aver
age of seven to eight hours for auto
mobiling some part of each day.
J. F. Hathaway, the veteran auto
ist, familiarly called the father of the
Florida beach racing, who suggested
and organized the Florida East Coast
Automobile association, under whose
auspices the Ormond-Daytona beach
tournaments have developed a world
wide reputation, is located here for
the winter. In 1900 he brought one
of the first motor cars ever seen in
Florida, and had many queer experi
ences with the native crackers, who
at that time were very much opposed
to these "new-fangled machines." One,
whose horse he had frightened, called
his automobile a "hell cart," and
threatened to shoot him if he did not
get it out of town in a hurry. " Behold
the developments! This man still re
sides here and now runs a motor car
himself, at least, tries to run one. Re
cently on the beach something went
wrong with the reversing gear, and
the car backed into the ocean, where
it remained until his old reliable white
horse called "Rock of Ages" pulled it
out. In the meantime some boys print
ed a placard. "Rock of Ages I cling
to thee," and fastened it on the rear
of the automobile, greatly to the
amusement of the spectators.
Mr. H. M. Flagler, Florida's liberal
benefactor, became interested in mo-
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The L ineup Twenty-two
tor cars during the past summer in
the White mountains, and has a new
steam touring car of a popular make,
and has also ordered a heavy gasoline
car. Recently while on his way south
on a special train, he stopped at Or
mond and accepted an invitation to
ride down the beach in Mr. Hatha
way's automobile, having been prom
ised to beat his train to the Daytona
station, which was done by two min-
utes, notwithstanding the fact that the
distance by the beach is more than a
mile farther than by railroad. He ex
pressed himself as having had. the
most delightful ride of his life and
said : "Now I understand why the
automobilists are so enthusiastic over
the beach."
C. G. Burgoyne of Daytona, who has
been indefatigable in his efforts to
make the club a success, resigned sole
ly on account of his health. Mr. Ed
ward M. Steck. the well-known auto
enthusiast of Philadelphia, his succes
sor, has purchased a beautiful winter
home in Daytona, and with his family
is located here for the season. He
owns a fine touring car and has en
tered his eighty -horsepower Darrae
for the races.
Great changes have taken place here
during the past five years, and there
are more automobiles in Daytona now
than in any other town of its popula
tion in the world.
During the past summer the Florida
East Coast Automobile association has
erected a most attractive and commo
dious clubhouse on the beach directly
opposite the half-way post of the twenty-mile
course. The club has a mem
bership of two hundred, and among
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on Bluff Overlooking Ormond-Daytona Beach, Florida.
them many prominent and well-"known
people: W. K. Vanderbilt, Jr., H. M.
Flagler, Howard Gould, John Jacob
Astor and many others.
Daytona has erected two new ho
tels, and nearly all of the twenty oth
ers have made extensive improve
ments, and all will be filled. At Or
mond three hundred men have been
busy on the addition to the great ho
tel and a new railroad bridge across
the Halifax river so that passenger
trains can run to the very portals of
the hotel. A large garage has been
erected with all modern conveniences,
and a chauffeurs clubhouse, with a
comfortable clubroom and thirty
sleeping rooms. At the hotel on the
beach substantial additions and im
provements have been made In prep
aration for the rush of the races."
r Literature and the Beast.
The tendency toward animalism In
the literature of to-day is thus com
mented on in an editorial in . The
World To-Day : It is not merely the
note of genuine romance is dying
away, to be replaced by the beatifica
tion of blood-letting. The modern his
torical romance, coming as ' it does
so largely from the hands of young
women; may very well be trusted to
return some day from Aceldama. And
even blood-letting is not always ele
mental savagery. The discouraging
trait in modern literature is not de
scended from romance, but from an
thropology. The mystery of life and
love has been dispelled by the vigor
ous young men who are setting the
pace in novel writing5. Their men and
women do not fall in love any more.
They mate. The elemental passions
which these amateur sociologists
imagine belonged to the cave man are
found and described among the men
and women of to-day's world. In com-
ilMlm -..fees
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Automobiles Abreast at Ormond-Daytona Beach, Florida.
parison with this latest valuation of
personality, Rousseau's "natural man"
was a gentleman and a scholar.
Relative Security.
One tale is told, of an interview a
Chicago man named Lyon had with
Lyman J. Gage when the former sec
retary of the treasury was cashier of
the First National bank. Mr. Lyon
was pushed for cash, and a note for
a large sum indorsed by him was held
by that institution. Mr. Gage sug
gested that it be taken up. Mr. Lyon,
intimated that it would be rather dif
ficult for him to find the money at the
time. "Well," said Mr. Gage, "you
have been traveling in the south ina
private car and you drive a good team.
If you can "do that you ought to take
up the note."
"Gage," replied Lyon, "I'll take up
the note if you wish, but I don't see
why you fear the security simply be
cause I ride in a private car and drive
a good team. Is it your theory that
the security would be better if I rode
in a smoker and used a street car?"
NEVER FORGETS A VOICE.
Valuable Quality Possessed by Secre
tary to Senator Depew.
Some private secretaries to busy
men have an unusual faculty of recog
nizing everybody they know by their
voices and greeting them by name
with unfailing accuracy, even when
they cannot see them. Col. Duval, the
Cerberus in Senator Depew's office in
the Grand Central station, seldom lifts
his eyes from the paper if he hap-1
pens to be writing when a visitor
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somes in. Once the caller says "good
morning," Col. Duval recognizes him
if he has met him more than once be
fore. "Glad to see you, Mr. Blank," he
says. "Take a seat."
"But you haven't seen me!" pro
tests Mr. Blank.
The other day George W. Plunkitt
and a friend went into the office while
Col. Duval's back was turned. The
friend prides himself on his ability as
a mimic. He makes occasional ap
pearances at entertainments in Plun
kitt's district. Motioning the recently
routed state senator to be silent, the
mimic said:
"Well, Colonel, how does it happen
you are at work instead of at a foot
ball game."
"Great Scott, Plunkitt!" retorted the
Colonel, "did you let your brogue get
away from you with everything else in
the election landslide?" New York
Times.
Under the Spell of 13.
"We are getting pretty well accus
tomed the vagaries of numbers in our
business," . said the . manager of a
counting machine factory the .other
day,, "but we have a machine "in the
shop now that is enough to make r a
superstitious man turn gray or shoot
himself out of hand. Here it is No.
31513. -
"You 'will notice in the first place
that the units of the number total 13,
that the last brace of figures are 13
and that the first pair are 13 reversed.
Well, it was sold on Dec. 13 here is
the record on our books to prove it
and it was returned to us for repairs
on a Friday.
.""What was the matter with it? It
skipped the number 13. Yes, sir; it
worked perfectly in every other detail,
but it would not register the figures 13.
"Do you see the repair tag on it?
Number 1300, and that the tag came
round to that machine in the normal
run of business in our repair shop.
And what do you suppose it cdst us to
sell that machine in the first place?
nere is me expense account or the
salesman who took the order, and it is
$13 to a cent.
"Can you beat that for a combination?"
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