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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 (..'. -