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ranslated from the Swedish forTheOrange Advance
by W r.
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
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
^*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
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
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.)
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
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
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.
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
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
ALBERT LEA, Oct. 10th, 1873.
J. a.
Red Wing, Minnesota.
HODososr &
LA W and
•5-Swedish Spoken.
Manufacturers of
Corner or a Sto.,
Repairing neatly done,
All kinds of Blacksmithing and Wood Work per
taining to such business made to order.
Manufacturers and Dealers in
Red Wing, Minn.
Builder. Manufacturer and Dealer in
Aluminous Building Paper.
Turning, Planing, Sawing, Ac, done to order.
Corner Main and Bluff Streets, RED WING, MINN.
Dealer in
a a S Ware
in Cutlery, A
Corner of Main and Bush streets, A. J. Clark's
old stand*,
Butter and Eggt taken at highest market price.
Staple and Fancy Groceries,
Corner of Main and Broad Streets,
SSfr* Qoodt Delivered Free to any Part of the City.
Opposite Keystone Block,
Wholesale and Retail Dealers in
Canwr of BaahasAThiitf Streets,

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