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SONG OF GLADNESS.
Bing away your trouble and soul-disturb ing fears; Smile away your sorrows, your heart aches, and your tears; Let the sunshine follow you through all tho coming years. Sing a song of gladnesf forever. Look above the trials that abound on ev'ry hand; Keep a stock of courage always at com mand; Some time in the future you will under stand— Sing a song of gladness forever. When the day Is gloomy, songs will make It bright; When the burden’s heavy, smiles will make it light; Sunshine will follow in the trail of dark est night— Sing a song of gladness forever. Just a song of sunshine— lei It flood the heart, And the bars of sorrow it will rend apart; Whisper words that courage In some soul will starl- Sing a song of gladness forever. —Los Angeles Times. ■■■■aHmHßnnHiM Ralph Hicks, Fighter By OPIE READ, Author of "The Kentucky Col onel," “The Jucklins," etc. (Copyrighted by Daily Story Pub. Cos.) AT the time when the Dispatch fell to the ownership of Miss Lelane Graham the outlook for the paper was not good. For the paper— well, yes, with all the advertising in a a town of 12,000, city printing and political patronage. But where the bad outlook came in was with the city editor, which meant the entire local staff. Within nine months four city editors had been killed on the street, and no wonder that a con temporary said that the paper was rightly named the Dispatch. In the part of the country where the Dispatch was printed silence could discount truth as a virtue. It made no difference what a man might know—it was what lie said that got him into trouble. Hut how was it possible to print the news without, saying something, and was it likely that one could keep on saying some thing without treading upon the corns of an occasional truth? It is a fact that two men were hanged by law for assassinating local staffs of the Dispatch, but that did not preserve the life of another local staff two weeks later. Miss Lelane was a handsome, tender-hearted young woman, just out of a famous school, where she studied botany and vivisected frogs, but she had not been taught that it was right to kill men. So. upon taking charge of the paper, she could not help but feel a certain responsibility, not to say anxiety. She could not herself slop around in all sorts of weather and get the news. Of course she could edit the paper—anyone could do that, as nine tenths of the politicians in the dis trict were ready to swear; hut any one would not dare to gather the news. While sitting at her desk the first morning after taking active eon trol she heard a cough, and, looking up. saw standing near her a thing that looked like a yellow ghost. She stared at it, not over frightened, hav ing taken a whirl at the medical course at, school, and asked what was wanted. The man—it was a man— bowed and said that he had come to offer his services as city editor. And the idea that it would he well to em ploy him occurred to her. No one could have the heart to murder that skeleton. So she hired him and told him to go out and get the truth, for be it known that a community where the publication of truth is the most dangerous, is the place where truth is most demanded and most appre ciated by newspaper readers. The "LOOKED LIKE A YELLOW GHOST.” skeleton went out and Miss Lelane opened an envelope and took out a communication. It told of a desper ate fight that had just occurred in the hills. 1 young man named Ralph Hicks had killed, in a fair fight, six ruffians who had provoked a quarrel with him. The deed was so full of valor that it was a good thing to print, and she printed it. A few days later she received another communi cation from a fellow named Holt Smith, giving another account of the "valiant Ralph llieks. This time a des perado known as the Swamp Angel had met him at a country store, in a neighborhood where the angel was the owner of all he surveyed, and he was a pretty good surveyor. llieks was affable and inclined to be con ciliatory, but the angel said that he wasn't feeling very well, having iust got up from u shake-down of chills and fever, and he thought t ! vt a lit tle fresh blood was about what he needed. Hicks asked him if a doctor had given him that sort of a pre scription, and the angel “lowed” that he had, and then the ground was stepped off, and Hicks shot the angel between the eyes, and the c >roner declared that it was a good shot. This was also printed, and by this time llieks was at the threshold of a reputation. Sometimes in society, at receptions or at teas. Miss l.elane was asked if she had heard anything more of that fellow Hicks. Everyone was interested in him. The skeleton would once in awhile bring in a piece of news. No one thought of killing him. yet they made it inconvenient. One man hit him with a mallet and dislocated his hip, and laid him up for a day or two, and another fellow knocked him down, just to hear him rattle, but otherwise no damage was done. Still his position was often embarrassing. So lie said that he believed he would resign. Lelane urged him to remain a day or two longer, till she could find another skeleton, or some other physical unfortunate, imtnuned against attack. He said that he was willing to stay till his other hip was dislocated, but after that she would have to make other arrangements. He went, out and just then came an other communication regarding Ralph llieks. He was on a railway train when three robbers came in with pis tols and demanded money or life. Men fell down and the train was at the mercy of the robbers till llieks, who had been taking a nap. awoke. Then the scene changed. He was so tickled to find something useful to do that he broke out into a rude laughter. But lie did not stop at this. He shot two of the robbers, tied the other one. threw him upon the wood box and told the conductor that he might go ahead whenever he got ready. This piece of news tickled the town and the name of Hicks was heard in every gathering. Two days later the skeleton came in, limping, and said that his other hip had been dislocated and that it was now time for him to go. She paid him off and lie went out, and Lelane sighed be- 5 1 gjjfj m SHE SEIZED HIS HAND. cause she had no more skeletons. But at this moment there entered a tall, handsome fellow with black, rip pling hair. She smiled and asked him to be seated. He sat down, and then in a businesslike manner told her that he had come to apply for the city editorship. She answered him with a start and a gasp. Was it pos sible that so fine a man had come to look for death? He smiled at her. “1 understand your situation,” he, “and I am determined to help you. I have had considerable expe rience in this sort of work. My name is Ralph llieks.” She seized his hand. He was \'f' one man who could dare to print the news. And she eVigaged him. The people were astonished to read that Ralph llieks had taken the news end of the Dispatch. He printed a card in which he said: “It has long been my desire to live in this town, and 1 hope that I shall he permit ted to be one of you. I am not nat urally bloodthirsty, and I can prove that I have never looked for a fight. Of course there are times when 1 feel disposed to shed blood. 1 sup pose we are all that way, more or less, but I never bleed a man Jussi to observe the crimson tide. And. as ! say. I hope that, you will permit me to live among you in peace, and I am going to try, but I want it under stood that I am going to print the news.” And lie did. There were mutterings and seowlings- ind some of the des penile threatened him, but nothing was done, and within u short time Ralph had won the hearts of the peo ple, and whenever two men thought it was necessary to fight one would suggest that it he left to the decision of Ralph whether or not the fight ought to take place, and it was agreed by the authorities that he had been the cause of many reconcilia tions in the community. Lelane was happy in her work, for her paper was prosperous. But was that all that made her happy—the prosperity of her paper? Was it not the fact that within the eyes of Ralph she saw a tender glow whenever he [ looked at her? One night they were i sitting alone in the editorial room. | Ralph had ceased to write and was j musing. Suddenly he got up, walked over to Lelane’s desk, and without embarrassing preliminaries said; “I love you and beg of you to be my wife.” “Oh,” was aii she answered at that time, but n sweet understanding came to them, there alone in the I midnight of the “sanctum.” THE LATER REST. He tolled, forever faithful. In the ways where Duty led, When earth seenud like a desert, and dark clouds overhead; And; “Ain’t you feclin’ weary?" . . . Hut still his word would be: "On the other side of Jordan there’ll be rest for nu !” The black storms beat above him. He saw, with saddened heart. The laborers in the vineyard, one after ore, depart; ”oh. rest you from the tolling! There is no light to see!” . . . “On the other side of Jordan there’ll be light for me!” “Rest, from the toll and trouble, Grid hands and drooping head; You do but gather roses for graves that hide your dead!’’ But evermore that answer, clear-ringing, far and free: "On the other side of Jordan there’ll be rest for mel” And so he tolled, and tolling, gave earth a lesson sweet As the Love of God that showered Love's lilies at his feet: No earthly light could lure him—no dark his faith could dim: On the other side of Jordan there was light for him! —F. L. stantni , in Atlar I i Constitution. BACK TO THE SOIL GEORGE SINGLETON was country born. When he was little more than a baby his father, a wealthy farm er, shipped him off to a city hoarding school. From thht time until he grad uated at the big city university George knew little of country life except through his vacations. It is rather a hard thing to do to make one’s hero a narrow sort of a chap, but if the line of truth is to be hewed to, it must lie said that in some ways George Singleton's views of life were not more than a foot wide. Among other things that city school life had done for this farmer’s son was to give him a prejudice against count ry''girls. George professed to see something quite different hi the rosy-cheeked girl, who, swinging her books on a strap, out through the cornfield to the little schoolhouse at the crossroads, and the girl who took her father’s carriage, or. at the very least, the elevated railroad, and was rolled away to a fashionable seminary. George did not want to be a snob, perhaps, but be was one. and the coun try girls with whom ho associated when visiting home know it. They felt a sort of pity for this young fellow whose vision was so limited. George, while a somewhat remarkable student, was dense enough in one way not to he able to perceive that there was acumen enough in these country girls to enable them to size him up pretty thoroughly. He had yet to learn that keen wits were not necessarily asso ciated with the rustle of silk skirts. George Singleton’s father had been so proud of the progress that his son had made in his studies that it was almost too late that he came to know that the boy had failed utterly to learn some of the higher lessons of life that are not to lie found inside book cov ers. The old gentleman was wont in the later years to remark that George knew all about Greek roots, but when it came to a question of other kinds of tubers George was not certain whether the potato ripened under ground or had to be picked off a bush like a gooseberry. He wanted his son to go farming, even if he hud given him the finest education that money could buy. But George wouldn’t have it that way. He wanted to be a pro fessor of ancient languages, and, ns George was anything but a fool as far as book learning went, he was offered the position of instructor of Greek in Ihe great institution of learning by the lake where he had imbibed knowl edge. Instructor Singleton was looking forward to the day when he would have a right to tack professor on to his name. It is perhaps needless to say in the light of these later-day ways that the university was a co-ed affair. George had mixed classes, males and females. As he looked along the line of fresh girl faces which showed above the front row in the recitation-room he found himself dropping back into his old habit of comparing the girl pupils whom he knew to bo city bred with those who came from the country. George was forced to adroit against his own inclination that there wasn’t much difference in the line of intelli gence between those who came from Washington avenue and those who came from “just beyond (lie bridge on (he creek road.” He did. however, flat ter himself that with searcely a men tal effort he could tell by a certain “savior faire” manner those of his pu pils who had been brought up amid what George called the refinements of civilization and those who had been reared where the dust lies thick in the country roads and where the sounds of nature take the place of the rattle of cable cars. There was Belle Madison, for in stance, a strikingly handsome girl of 19, whose very name had a boulevard sound to it. No one could possibly mis take Hello for a country girl. She had a certain something, according to the instructor’s view of life, that marked her as a child of that part of the great city where the upper tendom lived. George Singleton hud never taken the trouble to look up the dwelling places of his pupils. He didn’t have to. His insight could never fail him. Now, it happened that Singleton was only 25 years old. It also happened that he was physically big and good-looking. Something else happened which is not altogefher unnatural, perhaps. He be gan to feel a deep interest in one of his pupils. It may be needless to say that she was the city-bred girl, belle Madison. Pupil and instructor met frequently at such of the gatherings las the university life afforded. It is perhaps better to go straight at things, and so let it be said without heating around, that the pupil was not entirely indifferent to the instructor. She was as handsome a girl as one can find after a week’s hunt. Sim was a brunette, with a 'ittle of the blush rose showing through the tan of her cheeks. It was tan sure enough, and tin-, fact puzzled Instructor Singleton a little, for it was the one thing which this girl pupil of his had in common with the country lasses who dwell down his father’s farm way. George’s love affair prospered. He wasn't a bad fellow, only narrow and with an unreasonable prejudice against country girls. It didn’t take Helle long to find out the bent of her teacher-lover’s mind. Site hoard him say nice things about city girls, to the disparagement of their rural sis ters. She chided him a little ai times and said that there were lots of country girls who were just a nice ns George tried to make her out to be. He said: “You can’t find your counterpart in n ten years’ search in any city, and as for the country, a man would be nothing short of an idiot who would undertake a search that would last a century, and in the end be unsuccessful.” Things went on smoothly, and teacher and pupil were engaged. George had seen Mr. Madison, the father, at an office in a big down town building. On the office door appeared simply the words, "W illiam Madison, Commissions.” Singleton knew that the mother was dead and that Belle had lived nearly all her life with her father. The spring va cation came on. Helle told Ocorge that her grandmother lived in Posey county, Ind„ and that she was going to spend the ten days’ Easter vaca tion with her. George was asked to follow her in a few days to get ac quainted with the old lady. A few days later he left the train at a dingy little station and inquired of the agent the way to Mrs. James Madison's residence. "Oil, the old lady,” said the rail road official. “She lives a mile hack with her son. He’s got about the big gest dairy farm in Indiana. The day was delightful and the country was beautiful, so George trudged along the road in the direc tion indicated. He Sffbff CfnVic in sight of a greai Collection of buildings, while beyond, turned out for their first spring pasturing, were cattle that might have covered a thousand hills. It was near sunset. George NEAR HY STOOD A MAN PEA NINO AGAINST A POST. reached the first of the long, low roofed sheds. There was a cow stanchioned at one end. Near b\ stood a man leaning against a post, while on a three-legged stool, with a pnilfirmly clasped between her knees, sat n maid milking. By the shades of Aeschylus, Aris totle' and the rest of the Greeks, was there not something familiar about the sweeping lines of tills dairy maid’s figure and the poise of her superb head? George passed through the gateway numb and dazed in all his faculties. At his step the girl turned her bend, rose and came to meet him with her brimming pail in her hand and an equally brimming smile in her face. “I thought you’d get here just about this time, George, and so I let you catch me at my fa vorite Work. I was born here and have lived here nearly all my life. Father has a commission office in tin city, hnl lie’s only there occasionally. Ever since I was 17 I have been his partner in the dairy business, though he made me go to the university to polish up n little. Here,” and she put her hand into her pocket, “is our card.” George took it and read: William Madison & Daughter, Dairy Farm Products. Posey < 'ounty. Ind. Milch (lows a Specialty. “Not much savor of a boulevard about that, is there, George? You know now where the tan cheeks came from. Do you think you can stand me as T am?” And George looked at her atid thought he could.-—Chicago Record- Herald. (’lrcnlatliik lovr I.effep*. In the days when so much is be ing written and said about love let ters and upon their sanctify and the question as to whether they should ever lie published, even after the death of those who wrote and received them, it is interesting to note a passage In Mr. Scudder’s life of James Russell Lowell relating to the poet’s court ship of Maria White, whom he after ward married. Mr. Rcudder relates that Lowell’s love letters to Miss White were so admired by her that they were passed about among the acquaintances of the pair, and, in fact, regularly sent from house to house as soon as they were received. The annals of amatory literature can probably show no par allel to the incident, yet It is very like Boston in the early forties.—N. Y. Commercial Advertiser. PERISHABLE CURIOSITIES. Slnmilnr Designation of a ( nrlon 1 of Tramps Shipped Out of a Mexican Town. In Mexico the billing of railroad freight, requires a knowledge and pre cision which can only be attained by years of practice. This is due to the peculiar classification of various ar ticles and the different rates of cus toms duties. A case recently occurred which severely taxed the ingenuity of the station agent, although he finally succeeded in meeting all requirements, states Youth's Companion. The town was overrun with tramps, and the council determined that steps must be taken to rid the city of them. It was finally decided to round t hem np and ship them out of the country. It would he too expensive to purchase tickets, so they concluded to hire stock cars and ship their tramps as freight. The cars were procured and by the aid of the police the tramps were gath ered; but then the question arose as to how the shipment should lie desig nated on the bill of lading. The term “persons” could not be used, as it would conflict with the state law relative to proper accommodations for the traveling public, and it would also he in violation of the company's rules governing the rates of passenger traffic. “Marketable commodities" would not do, as that would subject 1h i carload to a heavy duty upon cross ing the tariff zone. Again, they would have to be classified as “perishable,” or the dispatcher might order the cars sidetracked along the line. But fortunately there is a customs law which exempts certain kinds of curiosities from duty, and so, after much consideration, the tramps were hilled and forwarded as so many hun dredweight of “perishable curiosities —unfit to eat.” PLAY CHECKERS BY WIRE. Telegraph Operators In Canada While Anny Their Spare Time at the (lame. When the American management as sumed control of theQrand Trunk rail way in Canada it set about the aboli tion of many easy-going habits the em ployes had drifted into. One unbusi nesslike practice to which the tele graph operators of the "ere ad dicted wag playing ciieckfH ruT? th* wires. Each operator kept a numbered checker board and after arranging the checkers on the squares when the wires were not busy they indicated the moves to in' made by telegraphing the numbers of the squares a checker was to lie moved from and to. The objec tion the management hhd ngisinst checker playing was that the pastime sometimes occupied the keys against the transmission of important dis patches. One winter’s evening shortly after the new management took over the Canadian railroad two operators sta tioned along the main line east were whiling away the time playing check ers when a key was opened at the Montreal office The head office of the Grand Trunk is at Montreal, and the superintendent’s “call” requires imme diate attention and a clear wire. The checker-playing operator nearer Mont real heard the magic signal and promptly opened his key. His friend further west, being without suspicion and unable to account for the interrup tion in the game, ticked out the in quiry: “Whose next move?” and on re ceiving no answer repeated it, giving his station call. Then the Montreal key, operated by a touch that was strange, says the New York Times, wired the terse reply: “I guess it will be your next move. lam the new superintendent.” CRUELTY DEFENDED. The Custom of VI vfneel Ing Ilninli An imals In Hie Interests of Science Approved Of. Severn! years ago a defense of vivi section, entitled "A Statement in Be half of Science,” was issued to the pub lic by a committee of eminent surgeons and professors, says Henry ('. Merwin, in Atlantic. * * * This document, which was indorsed by President Eliot and other distinguished persons, ex pressly sanctions the practice of vivi section, without tin' use of anaesthet ics, however painful the operation, in those cases (and they arc numerous) where to use an anaesthetic Would di raini'h the value of the experiment. Further, the statement expressly de fends the custom of vivisecting dumb animals not only for experiment, but i bo for mere purposes of illustration in the classroom; and it makes no dis tinction in this respect between pain ful operations and those in which an aesthetics are used whereas in Eng land vivisecting in the classroom with out the use of anaesthetics is prohib ited by law. The language of thestate ment is in the highest degree decorous and euphemistic, but when examined it will be found to cover every form of cruelty that can be perpetrated In the na me of science. Where Theft In IVot Itobherr, In China theft is so common that nobody notices it. A young China man once slipped three oranges up ids sleeve at a party. While making his bow at parting the orange* slipped out and roiled onto the floor. He account ed for the awkward event by saying that his mother was very fond of or anges. His fault was straightway overlooked, and he was afterward held up ns an instance of flliul piety. There are several proverbs which go to show that the folk think lightly of steal ing. One says that “When tailors cease to pilfer cloth, (heir children will have to go without food," and another declares “When silversmiths do not steal they will certainly starve.” The Peoples Savings Bank R. G. OLP, Prop. Manitowoc, Wisconsin. Closing Out In order to make the neces- Clnthincr sary increase in our Dry ® Goods and Gent’s Furnishing nnrfinp Department wc mu.-t dose out I all ready made clothing. This is made ne cessary because we already occupy the entire building and cannot find the additional space required for the extension of the other departments. We will positively close out all,men's and boys’ suits and will hereafter keep them no more, except trousers and children's clothing of which we will continue to carry a full line. All the new style staple suits have been priced below cost I and the sale will continue until every garment is sold. But it will be well for you to act quickly if you wish any of these suits, because you know that when suits are sold at manufacturer’s cost, it takes but a short time to close the entire line and thus by delaying vou may not be able to find the suit you want. Men s sl4 extra fine quality black suits, to bo closed r>(\ -/v out at 07. DU Men's $13.50 extra fine quality worsted suits, to be closed CO "7 m out at OtJ.iD Men's $lO medium weight suits, to be closed out at.. $7.85 I Men's $8 fine quality suits, to be closed out at... .. 55.501 Men's and Boys’ $7 fine quality suits, to be closed out at... 4.50 I Men's and Boys' $0.50 fine suits, to be dosed out at.. $.5.85 ■ Boys' $4.00 good wearing suits to be closed out at.. .$2.95 I Boys' $0,85 fine suits, to be closed out at ... $2.25 I Overcoats to he Closed Out. We still have remaining a few overcoats which will be closed out with the clothing stock. If you wish to buy one of these for future use the saving in price will certainly justify your doing so. These overcoats will be closed out .it less than cost price because they are out of season. ; $13.d0 Men’s stylish overcoats to be closed out fit 57.85 I I Men’s $lO very fine overcoats to be closed out at. $6.30 I Men’s $8,50 good wearing overcoats, to be closed out at $4.50 I Men’s $0.60 overcoats to be closed out at .. • $3.50 I Men’s ss.do overcoats to be closed out at .. S2.BD I Wii-iTOiMwiHjaawggMßmfa^^ FRANK PFEFFER. Dealer in all kinds uf Furniture, Coffins, Caskets, Etc. Kellners\ iile NMscoflsln a KtoW gs Special attention Riven to undertaking and embalming. A good hearse at the disposal of the public. Here are my prices on a few articles. Arm Rockers $1,75, Nurse’s Rockers *1.5(1, Oak cane seat < 'hair 75c, Swell Front Dresser *lO. Center Tables *5 to |lO, Extension Dining Tables *•! to *l3. Bureaus of all kinds at all prices. DR. N. T. ZIQLINSKR DENTIST, 911 South Eighth Street. Opposite Schuette’s Store. THE nELENDY STUDIO. The Home of Fine Photography. 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