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THE DODGE CITY TIMES.
SniSlT.irriON: $i.00 pr T,ar,I ldianri-.
NICHOLAS K. KLAIXE, - Editoii.
HEARTS OF GOLD.
A traveler lost on Eastern sands,
Athirst and faint, with failing hrcatb.
Takes f rom his sack with trembling hands
Tbe Mask tb.it stands 'twixt bim and death.
Ho hastes to ilrnin tbo priceless drops:
Itut seircu has rai-ed it to bis lip,
Whtn a low moan he hear and stops:
Tbi ro on the ground, it h lulling tip
Of parched tongue, his camel lie,
ratitmrand tient. tt falthlul still,
ri-ading with his wilt, strian ecs.
Hut patient to bis Blaster's wiiL
He who hail lorne him oft in strength
l'nm Jatla's gates toJericbo,
Along thcshininx. let el Ungth
Of ui-strts ubiteus northern snow
He whom his little ones caressed
At ctcning. by the fringed pilms.
And sported round the honest breast
As safe as in their mother's arms
linll he not share the scanty draught.
Though madness h irna in ever- eln.
And dreams or fountains he basquated
Come circling to tbe tortured brain?
His doom Is sealed: for, creboday
Shall sink below the mocking ast
Ilisltfe must close, and on the way
To 1'aradiso his soul bat e passed:
.And when be stands ly Allah's thmn a
Tbereconl of his years to trace.
This act of mercy left undone
May dim the fairest page of grace:
go. en erinjr up his face, he pressed
The Mask, against hu comrade's tongue
As l.rat e a deed of self repressed
As c er et was said or sung!
Years after, by cararan
That Journeyed soutb,tbe pair were found
The succored beast, the martyr-man,
llleached skeletons upon the ground.
A slmplestthlngs will oft unreii
The cherished secrets of the heart,
Tbepo-turetold atonoer tale
Of how tbe hero plaj ed his part.
Not English Sidney's fame shall glow
More brightly than this golden deed.
On Syrian saints mi long ago.
Of oue who put asldo his need.
That suffering lips might feel no !:
And though their faiths were wide apart
Tbe crescent there, and here the cross
The pule of c cry honest heart
Must thrill and thrill with holy pride.
As run these tales through all tho lands,
How Sidney for his comrade die I,
And how upon the desert sands
The Sj rian sank. In scorching noon,
A nameless hero evermore
In Moslem nd ane nand.il-boon.
Vet IbnsMikutobl't UJug'scoro!
J.cii T. aarU, (n irVk-.lwuAe.
They icne wed their vows ami parted
with tears anil tender, loving words; he
put a tiny ring upon her linger, antl cut
a little curly tress (rom her brown hair;
and telling "her always to be true, he
went away. .
Tho months went by, and .Mattie was
trying to tus.ko the timo seem short by
studying to improve herself so that she
might lie worthy of her lover when he
should come back to make her his wife.
One day she glanced over a newspa
per; her eyes were attracted by his
yon love- mo well enough to wait fot
nic?"
She went and unlocked a drawer and
took out a newspaper. Unfolding it
and linding tho pUce. she pointed to it
with her linger and he read the mar
riage notice.
"What of this?" ho asked, as he met
her reproachful look. "Oh. Mattie!
j pu thought it meant me. It is my
cousin. 1 am not married nor in love
with any one but you."
"Are you telling tho truth, sho
name, and "ith white lips and dilated I asked, in an eager, husky whisper.
eyes she read of his marriage to an
oilier.
"Married! Taken another bride in
stead of coming back to marry mo! Oh.
Paul! Paul! I loved and trusted jou for
this?"
She covered her face with her hands
and wept bitterly. An hour afterwards,
And then, as hareulied "His true."
she gave a low groau and sank down
into a chair.
"Oh, Paul, forgive me! I didn't
know j on had a cousin by tho samo i
name. I ought not to have doubted
you. hut 'twas there in black and white
ana tins man. my nustiaiui. came.
MAI! I HA PHILLIPS.
She was dead. An old wpman with
silvery hair, brushed smoothly away
from her wrinkled forehead, ami snowy
cap tied under her chin; a sad, quiet
face: a patient mouth, with lines that
told of sorrow borne with gentle llrni
ness; and two withered, tired hands,
crossed. That was all.
Who, looking at the sleeping form,
would think of love and romance, of a
heart only just healed of a wound re
ceived long, long j'cars ago.
Hit-j ears she had lived under that
roof, a farmer's wife. If you look on
tint little p!ato on her coflin lid you
will see "Aged seventy" there, and she
was only twenty when John Phillips
brought her home a bride.
A half century she had kept her care
ful watch over her dairy and larder, hail
made butter and cheese and looked
after the innumerable dntics that fall to
the share of a farmer's wife. And John
had never gone with buttonless shirts
and uudarncd socks; had not come
home to an untidy house and scolding
wife.
But underneath her quiet exterior
there was a story that John never
dreamed of. She did not marry for
love. When she was nineteen, a rosy,
happy girl, it stranger caiuu on a visit
to their village, and that summer was
the brightest she ever knew. Paul
Gardner was the stranger's name: ho
was an artist, and fell in love with the
simple village grl and won her heart:
anil whenjie went away in the autumn
they were betrothed. " I
'I come again in the spring," he1
said. "Trust me and wait for me, I
Mattie, dear." I
She promised to love and wait for him
till the end of time, if need be., and with
a kiss on her quivering lips he went
away.
Springtime came, and-true,to his
word Paul returned; ho stayed only a
day or two this time. , v
" I am going away in a few weeks to
Italy to studv,'' ho said. i
as she sat there in the twilight, she ' mid I married him!"
heard .1 step on the gravel walk, and, I With bitter tears, sho told him how
looking up, saw John Phillips coming up I all happened. With clenched hands
the Blcps. Ue had been to see her , lie walked to and fro. then stopped be
often before, but had never yet spoken side the cradle and bent over the sleep
of love, and hail received no encourage- ing child.
menttodoso. He was a plain, hard-1 T"hen he turned, and. kneeling before
working farmer, withno romance about t her, said in a low voice:"! forgiveou.
him, but matter-of-fact to tho core. ( Mattie; bo as happv as you can." He
His wife 'would get few caresses or ten-1 took both her hands in his and looked
der words. Ho would be kind enough ! steadily, lovingly into her face. His
give her plenty to eat and wear.
Aow lie seemeil to have come for the
the express purpose of asking her to lj
his wile; for he took a chair beside her,
and after the Usual greeting, resen ing
scarcely a moment to take breath in,
bcgtn.'in his business-like way. There
was no confession of love, no pleading,
no hand-clasping, no tender glances;
he simply wanted her; would she be
his wife?
Her lips moved to tell him she did
not love him; but as she let fall her
eyes from the crini-on-hearted rose that
swung from tho vino over the window
she caught sight of those few lines
again. s
"Married'" she said to herself.
" What can I do? He doesn't ask mo
to love him. If I marry him I'cin "be a
truo wife to him, and nobody will know
that Paul nas jilted me."
Tho decision was made. Her cheeks
were ashy pale as she looked up into
hisetesaud answered, quietly: "Yes,
1 will be your wife."
Her parents were pleased that she
was chosen by so well-to-do a young
mau; so it was settled, and they were
married the same summer. People
thought that sho sobered down wonder
fully; more than that, nothing was said
that would lead any one to suppose that
auy changu had taken place.
Yes sho had sobered down. Sho
dared not think of Paul. There was no
hope ahead. Life was a time to be
tilled with something so that she might
not think of herself. John was always
kind, but she got so wearied of his talk
oCstock and crops, and said to herself:
"I must work harder, plan and fuss and
bustle about as other women do, so that
I may forget and grow like John."
Two vears went hv. A bahv slant in
the cradle and Martha nobody called '
iter Jiattie but laul sat roeKing with
' lius twitched convulsively. "I have no
right hero you are anotherman's wife.
Gyod-by. Good bless you!"
And she went down on her knees
beside her sleeping baby and prayed
for strength. They never saw one an
other again.
Seventy years old! Her stalwart sons
and brightened daughters remember
Iter as a loving, uevoteu mother, ncr
gray-haired husband as a most faithful
wife.
"Never was woman more paticntand
kind, and as good a housowifu as ever
was," he said as he brushed the back of
his old brown hand across his eyes while
looking down on tho peaceful face.
And not ono of fbcm ever knew of
the weary heart and broken hope that
had died in her breast, noreven dreamed
of the sad load she had boruu through
life. JT. V. Orajiiic
Cabinet Iti-crcatlon.
The members of thq Cabinet some
times have very amusing interviews
with ladies; as the following will illus
trate: Young Ladjr " Mr. Secretary, 1 have
called to see if you can tell mo when
Captain , is to bo ordered away, and
Vi here ho will go to?"
Secretary " I really do not know.
Do you wish hita ordered away?"
oung Lady "Xo, indeed" (this
with a very conscious look and a slight
increase in color) ; " only if you were I
would like to know, you know, for vu
see," pulling out her handkerchief and
putting her little gloved linger in her
mouth a la Maggie Mitchell "you
know, Mr. , now don't you?"
Secretary "How should I?"
Youn;j Lady "Then I'll tell you"
(this with a look of determination).
rEKsimr, ixn litluakv.
- ss'S a.
Millais is engaged upon t portrait
of Mr. Tvnnwon.
The man who wrote the libretto of
"llilleu Taylor" is a reporter on th
London 7in.
.Messrs. (lilbert and Sullivau are
going tt call their new opera " Pa
tience" tho name of the da'rruaid he
roine. Humor lias it that Mi's Kmtna
Thursby, the charming American i-an-tatrioe.'is
" engaged to a Herman no
bleman of immense wealth.
Mrs. Julia Ward Umvo thinks that
every teacher threatened with a reduc
tion of salary should become not only
a suffragist, but an apostle of woman
suffrage.
Some of Shakespeare's plays are to
bo performed in London without scene
ry, as in tho olden time, tliu imaginv
turn of tlio audience being starlet In
tho right direction by surh placards on
the plain wall as "A Koom in JLnc
betlrs Castle" and " A Wooded DolL"
Some of the most notable recent
books of travels, recording juttrneys of
no little notcltyand risks, hate been
from tho pens "of ladies. Kcason: bc
ratise her descriptive powers arn much
superior to man's, and as a letter trriter
sho has no peer.
Tho late Stephen N. Stockwcll,
managing editor of the Iloston Journal,
made public bequests amounting to
513,000, divided among nine religious
and benevolent Institutions. He began
life as a compositor on tins Worcester
Sini, ami his lirst work oil the Jo'ini'il
was at tho case.
Mr. Uenjamin Fitch, of llitfT.ilo, N.
Y.. has just given to the Charity Organ
ization Society of thit citv property
amounting to ijiMO.OX). It ito boused
by Mr. Fitch's desire in founding and
maintaining an institution fur the phys
ical, moral' and intellectual henclit of
the poor of liuffato without distinction
of creed or sex.
Longfellow recently remarked of
Hawthorne: "He was a shy man, and
exceedingly refined. If any ono
thought ho wrote with case he should
ha o seen him as I have, seated at a
table with pen and naper before him,
perfectly still, not writing a word. On
ono occasion ho told mo" he had been
sitting so for hours waiting for an in
spiration to write, meanwhile tilled
with gloom and an almost apathetto
despair."
iii'nonou.s.
Pm L'oinL' to lnarrv him. and if von
her foot as she knitted a blue woolen are going to. order him off. hy wo
stocking for the baby's father. There ! want to get married before. That is
was a knock at the lialf-open door. ' all."
as a knocK at the halt-open door. ' all-
"Will you be kind enough to direct' Secretary "I have not thought of
e the nearest way to the village?! ordering him away, and since he is going
til n yj-ia nvisl n At Hinni etntshA1 at lvs. An n,,ML lA..n.i l.. ? --?!
said a voice, and a stranger stepped in.
.She rose to give him the required
direction when he came quickly for
ward. " Paul!"
"Mattie!"
His face lighted np and he reached out
his arms. ' With a surprised, painful
look, she drew back.
" Mr. Gardner, this is a most un
expected meeting."
"Mr. Gardner?' he repeated; "Mat
tio, what do yon mean?"
"Don't call me Mattie, if you please,"
she replied with dignity. " My name
is Phillips."
"Phillips!" ho echood. "Are you
married?"
"These are .strange words from you.
Paul Gardner; did you think I wasi
to engage in such pleasant business will
not."
Young Lady "Oh! Mr. .ain't
you good? I'm so glad. Xow I'll have
plenty of timo to get ready."
Another joung lady sends in her card
and is admitted, when tho following
colloquy takes place:
Young Lady ' I have called to seo
if you will not give permission to Lieu
tenant to come here from A T"
Secretary "Any of his near relatives
sick?" scanning her closely.
Young Ladv "Xo, sir. His friends
want to see him so much, and you can
have him come if you want to."
Secretary " Oj! I see how- it is. If
you w'dl sty he is your sweetheart he
shall come."
Young Lady " Yes, sir, he is!" say-
Now that measles arc prevalent,
, mothers as well as astronomers are look
I ing for spots on the son. llarcant
.idixi-mi.
' Indians never drink to drown sor-
I row. When they can get anything to
, drink, they have no sorrow to drown
t Uostcm iW.
, Tito first sign of spring Is the shriek
of tho hiu3ewife: "Wipe the tnnd oil
your boots before you come in here."
-Veto llavttc Jicyiitar.
A true philosopher never argues.
, lie mentally concludes that his oppo
i nent is an ass, and keeps his mouth
' shut. Seto l'vrk Commcn
' User.
Commercial Ailtxr-
wailing all this timo for another jg this with both hands hiding her
woman, a .husband? that I was keeping , face.
my faith with one who played false so jrh0 Secretary says- that ho gave per-
OOn? . , I miCSinn tr tliit tif)'mfr fn fimn tula.
"Played you false! lam come as 1 WarnihWto him to that nfTe within
promised ou. The two jears are but i tlie ho
ing to hint to that eiTect within
tour. AH secretaries are not like
just passed, and I am here to claim you. I the one we are speakhi"-of, .so voun'
Wh doyou greet me thus? Are jou,, ladies must not presume upon the
indeed, married. Mattie Gray?' above incidents, for they might not be
She was trembling like an aspen leaf, as successful as 6ur two' fair friends
lor an answer shc ppinted to the were. " "
cradle. He came and tood before her ' .. ,
with white face and folded arms., ' Painting implements, wagons, ettv.
"Tellma why youMid thisS-'Didn'tl-Pays.
A woman may be so sick all the
winter that she can't wear her new
bonnet to church, but along towards
the middle of April she will manage to
crawl out of bed. turn the house upside
down, and call it "spring cleaning."
Xorrtstown Jlenitd. .
. They had been engaged to be mar
ried fifteen years and still he had not
mustered up resolution enough to asSc
her to name the happy day. Ona cven
1 ing he called in a tiartictilarly spoony
, frame of mind, and asked her to sing
him something tender and touching.
' something that would "movo" him.
She sat down at the piano and sang:
"Darling, I am growing old." Vrook
lijn E'iglr.
Biib's composition on the rhinoce-
mi! T!ii rinrv?rtta Iivms in Aliernni!
J vou leant stick a pin in 'im can-e hii
wersmt ir bill or oie stoves v en a
rintuertLS r. gonter be klld yu mus al
wae go up trf him from, betorii o ai
he'll kno sometbin or it an' try to
make a place for abultit to git ill. Ha
no7e Is got a upper teeth' that' got so
businez ware it U and if bov sheod
set down on it. he betis-T sta piugd up
with the tooth rels he'll bo all won
pore. I'd ratherbcapnlliwogif I waz
a rinozcrus, tho" I spose if I irnz I
"woodenfc J'rmj&r (..'. -