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•I- THE IRON CARRIER. •AM INCIDENT FROM LIFE AMONG THE COMMON PEOPLE. By AUGUST BLANCHE. ranslated from the Swedish forTheOrange Advance by W r. CHAPTER I. BLUE CLOTH. Two young men 'walked, not many! years ago, together along the City yard/' the levee of Stockholm. Ik was in the month of Janrjary, and the win ter heaveu, with its many clear stars, suited over the sea, whose waves fought with the bitter cold, There and there lay a few unrigged ships, but it was lonely and dismal nearly all over the vast harbor, where, on other times of the year a busy mercantile life offers many changing scenes to him who is not too much occupied with the trouble some cares of every-day life and has op portunity to see and consider what is going on under his eyes. Both of the young men seemed, judging from their apparel, to belong to the laboring class. One of them wore a coarse coat, over which he had a leathern apron, that surely had tried the sparks from more than one blacksmith-forge, and a pair of wooden shoes clattered under his feet against the icy street. When the clear moon at any time pleased to look in his face, she could easily enough have been blackened by' the thick soot that lay spread over it, and with which rouge his hands also were smeared. His companion had a blue linen apron, here and there checked with dif ferent colors, like that kind of uniform a true journeyman dyer usually wears at work. Both wore leathern caps which nearly covered their faces. Their language did not seem, how ever, to be related either to the forge or a dyer's tub. It is with a certain anxiety," said the dyer, that I accompany you upon these wanderings. Just think if some body should recognize us when we stand ereot before the bar paying for our precious entertainment. I felt myself actually hungry, when I saw how light it was in Reisen's windows." I have all possible respect for whisky and ale, hot needing to praise in ad vance dried fish and bad preserves, but this, I tell you, chum, that it requires at least a bottle of champagne to recon cile my palate and throat to the suffer ings which soon shall befall them both. Don't you insult the Blue Cloth," chum, before you have seen Mrs. Stromquist and her peas-cakes, an swered the blacksmith, because I assure you that you will be perfectly satisfied. Satisfied why I was satisfied long ago of the whole thing—the cursed apron entangles my legs, and it is so cold that the 1 himself would get his nose froze, although it is as warm as a heated piece of iron. Idler! these laborers' garments ought to prepare your kind for more serious reflections. What would you say, if you should in all parts play the role you have assumed this evening Imagine yourself lying on your knees, at a hole in the ice, occupied with washing yarn and lineu, having just been nearly roasted over the tub—oh— the cussed wooden shoe! I put my foot out of joint! wait a little while till I get the shoe clean from the snow. I will probably get catarrh before I give »p. Should think so, your body of iron, you soul of Douneniore steel! Finally you can see how crazy you arej he who will study the life of the common peo ple, ought at least to know how to walk on wood shoes without putting his foot out of joint. Entirely false, chum, because if that was the ease, then a study would be without any effort, which it must be for us, who are made effeminate through education and habit. God grant that our mothers, instead of wrapping their children in skins, from head to feet, had been id kind to roll us in the snow eT- ^*y$i# "mornjngj We wouldn't tfce/J ohUdren. have been troubled witW fever and ague and scarlet far**, and as awo no IB treated by ermel tail ow lb* the sake of eur costly eoats. Kni|fattf therWgeandienows! I saddest memories of my mind you talk about tailors in general and make sport of me for my own tailor in particular. I will rather go your, security in the Widows' and Orphans' Institution^' than go with you to the "Blue Cloth.*' Chum, I am nu hero of romance, I am a man of sense I am a clerk in the royal post office department and you serve in the royal court. I can't bear either the royal court or the life of the common people however opposite these are one to the other. Fool! you jest, you think better than you speak. It is always flatter ing to man to know how to play anoth er role than his own. I know maids of honor, who still at forty years of age boast of having at the age of twenty played peasant girls so well that the whole world thought that they had milked cows and tended sheep all their lives. Brother Notary It is all very well to be a journeyman dyer as I am, but I don't take any luxury in colors—I don't want to be a wandering rainbow in twenty degrees' cold. The Heaven it self would not be able to exhibit such a rainbow. I don't want to be more than Heaven. Is there not to be found any more pleasant restaurant than the Blue Cloth," to which we could go. We find from the above conversation between the two men, that they were mechanics, only with regard to the outer shelf. What could then be the reason that they were out in such a cold winter evening, so little suitable for romantic love adventures Why did they carry such a disguise and what could those so-called children of the higher classes," have to do with the Blue Cloth," which, according to what one of them said, must be one of these so-called preserve-saloons in which the city of Stockholm abounds He who wants to study the people has soon completed his course within the par lors of the rich, where the men with all their might strive to sacrifice their own individuality so as to become as near as may be like each other. They, speak and flatter each other always with masks over their faces, but seldom or never do they remove the mask, which finally becomes immovable from the face and soul. The curious inquirer soon grows weary of this eternal carnival. He longs for free and natural views, and if the mists prevent his viewing the life from the summits, he s.eeks the depth of the valleys, whioh offer clear er though not so grand objects. Edward Jager, Notary in the Royal Court, belonged to this number, and he therefore visited frequently every plaoe where he thought he couldfindsome thing different-from what he saw every day around him. Adolph Dahl, clerk in the post office department, and Jager's old college chum, accompanied him this evening, persuaded thereto, not so much by the same design that actuated his friend, as from friendship and curiosity to learn how such a promising youth, as his friend, would conduct himself among a number of outcasts and other scum of humanity. But he had al ready, as we have seen, repented, while yet only half way. What most troubled him was that he had been obliged to cover his fine sym metrical person with a laborer's coarse garments because he was an admirer of such cloth that cost twenty rix dollars peryard and theworld generally does the same. Admiredyoung man! walk on *Norr boo, in the middle of a beautiful day, dressed in a coarse homspun coat and slouching hat.. The world will be as tonished and believe you mad, although it well knows that you haven't got a shilling's income On the contrary, •port upon the sidewalks, glittering in silks, and the world will not be aston ished, but regard you\aa an able young man who ought to make-fortune in life, although it knows just tVe same about your oondition as when you showed yourself so poorly equipped If your credit is at an end and th\ debtor's prison opens its hospitable gates for your person, the saaie world will, as a farewell, apeak these comforting words to you: "It was good enough for you! Why didn't you measure your mouth by your purse, you fool!" You are wise or crazy, just as the world pleasesrto determine. You ain't, according to an old proverb, a thief be cause you steal, but because you can't hide what you have stolen But there we have The Blue Cloth," and in the vicinity of the stairs of The Last Penny," shines the blue ainted sign, lighted by the beams from the moon, and slowly swings upon its hinges by the northeast wind, which now and then with some fine snowflakesfrom the icy street adorns the yellow letters and figures, which show the curious spectator that The Blue Cloth is one of the oldest inns of old Sweden. ,(To be continued.) EDITORIAL JOTTINGS. It was with great pleasure that, in a flying trip made last week from Red Wing to Winona, we noticed the pros perity of our river towns. Having had nothing to call us in that direction for several years, except as we passed rap idly through on the cars, the growth of some of the places surprised us. Arrived at Lake City, we took quarters at Sher man's, which, by the way, is a hotel kept *in first class style by a gentleman ly landlord. It is well furnished, a good table is set, and the guests receive the kindest attention. It is just such a place as a man, who wants to take his ease, is glad to find. We took a ride around the city and, where a few years ago was nothing but an open, unoccu pied valley, we saw large business blocks and handsome residences,flouringmiils, machine shops, &c. Lake City has certainly a most beautiful situation on the Lake shore, with abundance of room back towards the bluffs on which to ex pand. With itsfinesituation and rich surrounding country, Lake City must always be auiong tire finest of our river towns. After looking the city over we drove out to the fruit tree nursery of Mr. Jewell, back of the town, and found that he had nearly, if not quite, every thing in his nursery that can be found in most older nurseries East, and that he had everything in the line of the hard ier kinds of fruits and shrubbery that any one living in this climate could wish. From Lake City we went to Reed's Landing and to our surprise found here a growing town of a thousand inhabi tants. This village, situated only three miles above Wabasha, is built O a nar row strip of land between the bluffs and the river, at the mouth of the Chippe wa. The inhabitants are principally engaged in the lumber trade, up the Chippewa, this river bringing down an immense amount of lumber and logs. It is said that this place receives more lumber at its landing than any other place on the river. Wabasha, the county seat of the County, shows a good degree of vitality. The merchants are evidently preparing for a large fall trade. Winona during the past seven years, when we last stopped and passed thoroughly over the city, has put on an entirely new dress Frame business houses nave disappeared, and in their place are stately brick and stone blocks. The celebrated Winona brick, used so extensively in the construction of build ings, has added much to the beauty of the place. With'its Splendid public school, built a at cost to the city of fifty-five thousand dollars, with the im posing edifice of Che State Normal School, built at a cost of $145,000, with its beautiful churches, with itsfinelo cation, its broad streets, and with the air of taste, comfort and culture whioh pervades its residences, Winona has grown into, and now is, one of the most beautiful cities in the West, At this plaoe we met Mr. J. S. Ben man, State Business Agent of Minneso ta of the P. of E N.^fost, Sec. W. C. C. P. of H., and otheractive Patrons who are striving to give the Order the power, influence and usefulness whioh belongs to it in the State. It has been the ewat^Qr' and wide-awake business aotivity of such men as these that' has made Winona what it is to-day, a noble monuuMat to its own enterprise and an honor to toe State, at whose gates it stands. Minnesota has reason to be proud of what has so aptly been called the Gate City. For the Orange Advaitce. A FEW PRACTICAL THOUGHTS. FROM A FRIEND AND CONTRIBUTOR. It is not so much to the great mis fortunes, as it is to the little mishaps and sorrows that we owe the unhappi ness of life. We notice the great oues more they produce more pungent grief, perhaps. Yet it is to the little errors* disappointments, wrongs, that come trooping along unannounced, unexpec ted, and unwelcomed, day after day, from January to December, through our whole lives, that we change the chronic moroseness of our dispositions) once placid as the surface of a peaceful lake, and that would have recovered from a shock of pungent sorrow, to theI condition of its native peacefulness. The producers of this country, and we suppose of every other, complain bitterly, -and, no doubt justly, of the wrongs they suffer at the hands of the manufacturers, the broker (or middle man) and the carrier. These seem to have declared warfare on the producer, and to have waged it so bitterly as to have absorbed the greater part of the profit of his labor in years past The complaint is just. The determination, to shake off these parasites, or at least cause them to appreciate their proper relation, is laudible. But the work is a great one. It will not be accom plished till after the lapse of much time, nor without earnest, persistent, united effort, and till after many an experi ment has been tried and its failure ex perienced. Nevertheless, it will be accomplished. There is no wrong for which there is not a remedy. The extortions of those who stand between the manufacturer and the consumer, and of the corporations upon which the producer is dependent to carry his pro ducts to market, and at whose mercy he is, are the great wrongs—the wrongs that have called out the sharp, bitter complaints—that have caused this mighty uprising of the farmers of this country. Now let them study into the causes and look for the remedy and continue to follow up the investigation until the remedy is found and effect ively applied. But the object of this article is more particularly to say that the extortions of manufacturers, middlemen and mo nopolists combined, against which the farmers of the country have heretofore apparently had no ability to success fully contend, and which may be com pared to the great sorrows mentioned in the beginning hereof, have never produced the want and poverty—have never been such a misfortune as the thousand and one little losses and leak ages against which every man may with care, diligence and economy protect himself. Somebody has quite philosophically said, there are two things about which we have no right to complaim one is, What we can't help, and the other is, What we can. If we can't help a thing it does no good to fret about it if we can it is our duty to do so rather than to fret over it. Applying this practical truth to.ourselves, and how many of us there are that have no right to complain at our condition in life. We are farm ers and poor. Have we any right to murmur Let us see. What makes us poor? Why our income has not been so great as our expenditures. There is a remedy in two directions, one is to increase the income the oth er, to decrease the expenses. We have not time to particularize. We may, however, say that there are many in stances where an increase of income is involved in the very thing that de creases the expenses. Counting every loss an expense, what prevents the loss adds to the income. Thus we may see how the loss of that great pile of ma nure—half a thousand loads—that dur ing the last ten years has accumulated and gone to waste- again, might have added to the yield of grain, perhaps enough to have offset the unjust ex tortions of the railroad companies twice over. This has been lost, and a still greater prospective loss has been en- tailed upon the land, which when first broken.up produ^tw|nty-five bushels per acre, whereas nW it scarcely ex ceeds half that amonnK Poor fences that suffer cattle to destroy young crops not only occasion loss but prevent the realization of income that might other wise be reasonably expected. Every pound of poor butter that is made is an expense of just the difference between the value of good butter and the poor stuff, that might be saved Then there is the loss of time. Time is money, and no economical man will waste it. Yet how many there are who are ready to cry out against extortions that they can't prevent, who think nothing of the four weeks' time spent in putting up hay that was lost afterwards for lack of just a few furrows necessary to turn the fire, or destroyed for want of a little, more oareful topping out of the stack. believe it was Franklin who said, Take care of the penny and the pound will take care of itself." Let us stop the little wastages save the little odds and ends and see if our condition does not improve notwithstanding railroad monopoly. ALBERT LEA, Oct. 10th, 1873. ]y[ONEY TO LOAN, J. a. BO Amu, Red Wing, Minnesota. ONEY TO LOAN. HODososr & ATTORNEYS AND COUNSELORS Ax LA W and REAL ESTATE DEALERS, RED WING, MINN. •5-Swedish Spoken. "CRICKSON & ANDERBERG, Manufacturers of WAGONS, CARRIAGES, SLEIGHS, &c, Corner or a Sto., Repairing neatly done, RED WING, MINN. All kinds of Blacksmithing and Wood Work per taining to such business made to order. & S HAYNES, Manufacturers and Dealers in HABjrass AWS COLL A WHIPS, BRUSHES, COMBS, «*c., Opposite C. HILL, Red Wing, Minn. Builder. Manufacturer and Dealer in SASH, DOORS AND BLINDS, DOOR AND WINDOW FRAMES, MOULDINGS, CORNICES, BRACKETS, EAVE SPOUTS, Aluminous Building Paper. Turning, Planing, Sawing, Ac, done to order. Corner Main and Bluff Streets, RED WING, MINN. JEALOUS Q. LINDQUIST, WATCHMAKER and JEWELER, Dealer in WATCHES. CLOCKS, JEWELRY, a a S Ware in Cutlery, A PLUMB STREET, RED WING, MINNESOTA. gIMMONS & STRANDNES, DB4UM IK DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, HATS, CAPS, BOOTS, SHOES AND CLOTHING. Corner of Main and Bush streets, A. J. Clark's old stand*, Butter and Eggt taken at highest market price. pRED. J. McINTIRE. DIALER isr Staple and Fancy Groceries, CIGARS AND TOBACCO, GREEN, DRIED and CANNED FRUITS, Corner of Main and Broad Streets, E WING, MINN. SSfr* Qoodt Delivered Free to any Part of the City. A. ORSER, MAHUrACIOM* AND DBAUUV IV HARNESS AND SADDLES, COLLARS, WHIPS, Ac, Ac, Opposite Keystone Block, RED WING. MINN. pRIEDRICH & HACK, Wholesale and Retail Dealers in GROCERIES, PROVI8I0&S, CROCKERY, GLA88WARE, WINES AND LIQUORS, FLOUR AND FEED Canwr of BaahasAThiitf Streets, RID WHIG, MINNESOTA.