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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
Some time in the future you will under
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
And the bars of sorrow it will rend
Whisper words that courage In some
soul will starl-
Sing a song of gladness forever.
—Los Angeles Times.
Ralph Hicks,
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
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
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
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
“Oh,” was aii she answered at that
time, but n sweet understanding
came to them, there alone in the I
midnight of the “sanctum.”
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,
”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.
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
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
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-
(’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.
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
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.”
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
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.”
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
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
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.
911 South Eighth Street. Opposite Schuette’s Store.
The Home of Fine Photography.
Our prices are RIGHT; our work the BEST that can be made
at any price. One experience will convince you. We invite inspec
tion. Phone 157-2.
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