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SOME PRAIRIE BREEZES. AT THE WAR OFFICE. A woman poor and a peeress proud, A dingy room and a crushing crowd, The gloom ot death and grave and shroud, A stifled cry and a sob aloud. A heart has beard and an eye has read, A soul has writhed and a lowered head Is bftwed, and a trembling tongue has said: "My God! My God! And lie is dead!" A wail, a sob and a bitter cry. An anguished tear in a woman's eye, A peeress' face where agony, Is carved, and.a mutely murmured: "Why?" A woman stares and a peeress starts, Without the din of traflic's marts Throbs in the streets. Lie far apart Their lives, but close, so close, their hearts! IN THE TWILIGHT. (A Magazine Gem.) The empurpled twilight i' th' afterglow, The lute-voiced zephyr sings, and sigh ing low, The waves of melody sweet ebb and flow O'er the rough sea-sauds of our hearts, as tho' Peace sat down at an ancient harpsichord, Her trembling fingers played, her sweet voice soared, To realms Elysian and our souls along Bore heavenward on the pinions of her song. THE SAD STORY OF ALGERNON AND CLARISSA. CHAPTER I. Sits Clarissa dreaming, dreaming, Comes Algernon, beaming, beaming, Bright eyes flashing, love revealing, See! A kiss he's stealing, stealing. CHAPTER II. Leaps Clarissa, roused from languor, Flash her pretty eyes in anger, Filled with grief and indignation, Flies he forth in consternation. CHAPTER III. Comes Algernon, kneeling, kneeling, Eyes his penitence revealing, Anger—her's—he cannot brook it, Puts tile kiss back where he took it. CHAPTER IV. Still Clarissa, sighing, sighing, "Take it back again," is crying, "I must not have, by law's expression, Stolen goods in my possession." THE END. A FAREWELL. Sweetheart, good bye! We say farewell here in the twilight gray, And hot tears glisten in thine eyes today. (Some other fellow soon kiss them away.) Sweetheart, good bye! Sweetheart, farewell! Tho tender, sweet, sad, tearful, fond good-bye, Tells me you'll faithful be, for life, for aye, (At least you'll be as true to me as I To you), Farewell! Sweetheart, I go Where glory vast await me and I know You'll love me always, for you tell me so, (I wonder if she thinks I am so slow?) Sweetheart, I go! Sweetheart, good bye! My duty lies across the throbbing sea, When war is over I'll come back to thee, (I wonder what her married name will be?) Sweetheart, good bye! THE RETURN OF REGINALD. Then Reginald, Upon a stream of kisses breathed his soul,. Freighted with argosies of love, to roll Upon the laughing waves of bliss, and high, Heavenward to float in purest ecstasy, Driven by the zephyrs of.his joy, all blent With perfumes from tho garden of con tent. Her father heard, And into his stout boots he breathed a sole, Freighted with argosies of wrath, to roll Reginald out through the open door Earthward to float in haste once more, Heavenward upon his blissful soul he flew, And back upon tho solo of a stout shoe. THE FUTURE. And couldst thou spread the volume of thy life Before thee, open at tomorrow's page, As sometimes thou hast prayed to do and read The writing there that Time inscribes for thee, It might delight thee full, or yet again Might make thee shudder and grow sick at heart, Until thou clasped thy hands and knelt and prayed That thou mightst close the book again and lose The memory of what thine eyes had seen. LONGINGS. Comes the breath of an evensong to me, The night wind bears along to me, When the daylight dims and the twi light's still, When the embers fade and the shadows fill: "Peace! Be still! Peace! Be still!" The day is dark and the way is long, But there comes the breath of an even song: "Peace! Be still!" When the heart is tempest torn, to me, The breath of a song is borne to me, When the daylight dies and the night shades flow, On the voice of the night that is sweet and low: "Peace! Be still! Peace! Be still!" The soul is scourged and the heart is torn, But the breath of an evensong is borne: "Peace! Be still!" Hearts that are stricken and sad and lorn, Hearts that are heavy and tried and torn, The day is dark and the way is long, But there comes the breath of an even song: "Peace! Be still! Peace! Be still!" The twilight comes to thy life, when clear The voice of the night wafts to thine ear: "Peace! Be still!" Thou mayst tread the paths of thy pomp and power, Thou mayst strip the trsllis and pluck the flower, But vainglory fades and the twilight dim Brings thee to yearn for that even hymn: "Peace! Be still! Peace! Be still!" For the fullest life is an empty husk, And cries for that sweet voice at its dusk: "Peace! Be still!" THE SUFFERER. She sits apart from all the merry crowd, Like Grief, robed in a shroud, Keen anguish speaking in her eyes, And sorrow in her sighs. Those graven lines upon her face would stir To sympathy a stone Poor girl! My heart goes out to hor Sitting alone^. And as I sit and pity her I muse: "Why will girls wear such painfully tight shoes?" SYMPATHY. One gleam of sunlight gilds the darkest sky, One flash of gladness lights the saddest eye, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, And one breath of gossip makes the whole world chin. THE VILLAGE CHURCH. "We're oil for the village church today —Mother an' Moll an' me, Come fr'm th'city, a hundred miles to go, especially, Been goin' to brownstone gospel shops, imposin' an' grand an' swell, But I don't feel that hankerin' there for Heaven or that proper fear o' Hell, That I alius did in th' little church in th' village we used to 'tend, Where the green woodbine an' th' ivy twine, an' the song bird's voices blend With the village choir an' the gospel hymns rang out on th'summer air, An' th' Lord sort o' seemed to come right down an' sit among us there. "Off for th' village church today—there's a tear in Mother's eye, An' another one in my own, I guess, but I couldn't tell ye why Mebbe it's 'cause we was married there, so many years ago. An' our boy lies there in his grave, asleep, an' th' music seems to flow Out through the' vine-clad window in a sort o' lullaby As th' breath o' God might kiss the sod where the souls all sleeping lie. Th' air's so still an' the sweet hymns fill our hearts with peace today, An' th' Lord sort o' seems to come" right down an' kiss our tears away. "There's a somethin' grand 'bout th' village church~I can't jes' tell ye why, But ye seem to get right close to God, an' ye stand there silently, Breathin' a prayer so earnest like, ye'r eyes all blurred an' dim, As though He was standin' there an' ye was'whisperin' to Him. An* th' little organ's mellow tones, an' th' music seems so grand, Because it tells a tale of love that ye'r heart can understand, An' ye'r heart feels warm with love that ye want the world to know an' share, An' th' Lord sort o' seems to come right down and sit among us there. "I got to live in th' city, 'cause I 'got my int'rests there, But Mother an' me, when we come to die, are both a goin' to share A lot in th' village churchyard, where our lost boy lies asleep, An' though our lives is happy, sometimes we sit an' weep, An' sort o' yearn for th* time to come when th' Lord's own lullaby Floats through th' vine-clad window above us as we lie, When our boy shall wake and we shall take his hand at th' Judgment day, Rise from th' sod in th' steps o' God— we three, an' go away." CONFESSION. My love for thee is burning love, Thou art my dearest friend, I press my lips to thee, then bliss And sweet contentment blend. I am thy slave, and when we sit, We two alone, afar, My spirits rise, my dreams are joy, And thou—art my Cigar. The current of our love flows not Always smoothly about, For thou art often in a box And I must help thee out, I say thou art my dearest friend, 'Tis true—you cost me far More than the rest, but cheerfully I pay for thee—Cigar. Why worry o'er thy fate and mine? Nay! Cast thy fears away, For when I see thy bright eye shine, For me 'tis always day. If in the after life for us Some punishment must mar We'll burn together, you and I, I and my loved Cigar. SPINNING. We sit at the loom and spin and spin, Thread upon thread is woven in To the warp of our lives, and they twine and twine, Till the fabric is finished, and, coarse or fine, We must don the*fearment we weave, and wear The kind of cloth we have woven there. The looms of our lives, and they hum and hum, Fine threads and coarse threads to the weavers come, Gossamer, light, are the finer strands, The threads of good, aud our busy hands Seek the silk from the tangled thread, Or, careless, weave with the coarse in stead. The looms of our lives, and are never still, The threads of good and the threads of ill, They draw and twine and spin and spin, And good or bad is woven in, With evil thought or with good deed done, And the fabric, finished, lies as spun. Each spins for himself and each must wear The kind of cloth he has woven there, The fruit of thy loom thy choico may hold, Be it sackcloth dull or cloth of gold, Be it silk or sack it is thine to say, But thy-choice must bo made from tho threads today. Tho looms of our lives, of heart and brain, Each with its shuttle and shaft and chain, Each with the thread the weaver fills, Each' to weave as the weaver wills, The looms of our lives, and tread and tread, But we are the weavers who cbooso tho thread. A PARTING. "Don' go, Bill, don' go! I know it mus' seem slow Here on th' farm for a boy like you I know tile's many a chore to do, Not much in the way o' company 'Cept what ye git from Ma an' me, An' it's temptin' to think o' th' world so wide, An' all o' th' pleasures o' lite outside Our quiet little home life here But, Bill, it'll seem so hard an' queer Fer Ma an' me, as we alius do, Not to sit and feel so proud o' you When we see you roun'. I know it's slow, But, Bill, I wisht you wouldn't go! "Don' go, Bill, doii' go! Ma's tears jes' flow an' How When she's packin' up yer trunk—an' I— Well, Bill, I ain't much on th' cry, But th' ol' man's heart is heavy, Bill, The's an achin' there that won't bo still Jim's gone, an' though a year's gono by, It don't seem right he had to die, Then Jack lef' home, and Lou is wed, And mebbe even Jack is dead, Fer we haven't heard a word fr'm him Bill! Bill! Our flockf has grown so slim, Yer all we've got now, Bill, an' so, I jes' can't bear to let ye go! "What d'ye say, Bill? Ye won't go! Boy, boy, ye'll never know What a load ye'vo raised fr'm th' ol' folks' heart, For we couldn't bear to see ye start. Come here, Bill, let me hug you once, Well, drat me i'er a sneakin' dunce If my blamed ol' eyes ain't filled with tears When I feel like wlioopin' up with cheers. An' Bill, let's go tell Mother so, That hor boy says ho ain't goin' to go." A PROCESSIONAL. Lord God, Thine enemies afar We chasten scourgo thy foes with sword, Thine altar is a funeral pyre To light the glory of Thy word! The endless rifles' ringing roll, The stir of steel, in battle grim, Are psalms of love to save a soul, And mingle with a chanted hymn! Thy banners bear we out afar Through seas of blood, to prove Thy word! Jehovah's voice the note of war And cannon speak love of the Lord! The mangled foeman's glazing eye Thy chariot's swift advance may see, And learn in his death agony, The love we teach—the love of Thee! We «weep Thine enemies with shell From earth, blasphemed with heathen tongue, We kindle the red fire of Hell And Death stalks Thy foe's ranks among! piood-maddened, from the west and east We strike and slay—the foemen flee, We sit, to glut us at the feast Of blood, and chant of victory! Lord God, now may we know that Thou Art glad, that in Thy right and name We set Cain's seal upon our brow And prove Thy truths with fire and flame! Beside the wars in Transvaal and Kentucky, the war in the Philippines has dwindled to a cheap sort of side show. BISMARCK WEEKLY TRIBUNE: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 9. 1900. COAL EXPERIMENT. Experimental Plant to be Established at Bismarck for Testing Lignite Reduction Process. Receiver Satterlund' Arranging for Site and Power for the Experimental Plant. Township of Land Bought by Iowans Fifty Families Will Settle There this Spring. Coal Industry. Hon. John Satterlund, receiver of the United States land office, brought with him on his return trip from New York samples of pulverizations of lignite coal, as prepared by the process of Messrs. Wolff, Moersch & Ilenke, tho gentlemen who made investigations through tho western part of this state some weeks ago with a vi#w to putting into operation a process for converting lignite coal into briquettes, to be used as fuel for heating and manufacturing purposes. The sam ples brought back show the coal crumbl ed and with the foreign substances re moved. One of tho samples is from the Washnurn mine, several miles north of Washburn. This coal crumbles with a gloss and fineness that approaches bitu minous coal, and the analysis of it made by the gentlemen named shows a per cent of fifty-four of carbon, the balance being sulphur, ash, water and votatile matter. Tho other (sample is from Le high and supposed to be tho best coal along the line of the Northern Pacific There is a great difference between the Missouri slope coal and tho other. The per cent of carbon in this sample is 2'5. It is stated as a certainty that a con verting plant will be erected on the Mis souri slope to handle the slope coal product, and especially that of the Washburn mine, which is stated by tiie owners of the patent to be the finest coal yet submitted to them. For the pur pose of making a practical test of all the coals in the western part of the state, however, the owners of the process in tend in the near future to establish an experimental plant at Bismarck for the reduction and conversion of coal into briquettes. Mr. Satterlund is at present making arrangements to secure for them a site for the experimental plant and the power necessary to its operation. From reports received in the city it is stated that the company which will es tablish the plants for the conversion of lignite has been capitalized at two mil lions of dollars, so there is ample capital to carry on the work. The cost of con verting a ton of coal is so low that the briquettes can be put on the market at a figure far below the present price either of anthracite or bituminous. Sales of land in the Missouri slope cbuntry are numerous and extensive. The sale is reported now of an entire township of Northern Pacific land about eight miles from Washburn and applica tion has been made to Mr. Satterlund to have the township resurveyed, before the final purchase is consummated. The purchasers of the land are railroad men, and they will hold part of the land for speculation and the balance will be set tled with Iowa families. Advices re ceived by Receiver Satterlund state that fifty families will leave in the early spring to settle on the land and bring with them farm and household goods. It is reported that a steamer will be chartered at Sioux City and the implements and belongings of the colony of settlers will be freighted by water as far as Bismarck this being the cheapest method of trans portation. HOSTETTES?S I the system is overworked nature needs aid to restore the body to a normal health condition. The best medicine to do this is the Bitters. It will cure Dyspepsia, Indigestion, Constipation, Nervousness, Malaria, Fever and Ague. CELEBRATED BITTERS Send Bade the Booze. Grand Forks Herald: It will be re membered that the express companies gave the liquor dealers until the 25th inst., last Thursday, to dispose of their stocks at the various express offices throughout tho state, and volunteering to ship back any part of the C. O. D. shipments remaining unsold after that date. All doubt of the effect of the or der is now dispelled, as the express com panies, true to their words, returned a quantity of tho wet goods to the East Grand Forks liquor dealers on the date scheduled. The amount returned was not large in any individual instance but nearly every dealer had some goods re turned. The liquor dealers have not as yet attempted to ship any goods C. O. D. since the 25th, and it is understood from the representatives of the East Sido branch agcncies of the various breweries that no attempt will be made by them at present to force the express companies to accept C. O. D. shipments. A confer ence of the local agents was held last week to decide upon some suggestions or recommendations to send to tho head offices of their companies as per a request received, but after discussing the situa tion thoroughly no decision as to any new plan of action was arrived at and the agents so advised their companies. When the order was first received many of tho local brewery agents thought it would be most ruinous to their business, but a feeling has since gained ground that though it will mean a much smaller volume of business it will be attended with fewer losses. When every depot was to all purposes and intents a blind pig, immense stocks of beer were kept at each point. This condition was the re sult of rivalry on the part of tho various brewing companies. Each company carried a sufficient stock in each express office to supply any demand for beer that might be made. As a result, on account of tho cold weather hundreds of cases of beer were spoiled, causing a considerable loss to tho brewers, as the express on spoiled shipmonts had to be paid tho same as on other consignments. In ad dition to this the browing companies paid commissions of 25 cents per case to tho express agents for every case sold. This of course was to enlist the co-oper ation of tho agents in pushing sales. It is stated that some of the agents had a steady income of from .825 to 8150 per month from this source alone, conse quently the new order of things will mean a serious loss to them. The claim of other cough medicines to be as good as Chamberlain's are effectu ally set at rest in the following testimoni al of Mr. C. D. Glass, an employe of Bart lett & Dennis Co., Gardiner, Me. He says: "I had kept adding to a cold and cough in the winter of 1807, trying every cough medicine I heard of without permanent help, until one day I was in the drug store of Mr. fioulehan and he advised mo try Chamberlain's Cough remedy and offered to pay back my money if I was not cured. My lungs and bronchial tubes were very sore at this time, but 1 was completely cured by this remedy, and have since always turned to it when I got a cold, and soon find relief. I also recommend it to my friends and am glad to say it is tho best of all cough medi cines." For sale, by E. S. Bcardslcy. BROflE GRASS. Value of Bronie Grass as a Fodder Stated by Prof. Sheppard. Tho value of Austrian brome grass as a fodder is something that interests stock raisers in the western part of the state, In view of the fact that land is being taken up and fiee range limited, stockmen will soon have to supplement their supply with forage plants. Prof. Sheppard of the Agriculture college says of the experiments that have been made: It is grown under cultivation iu the interior region of Russia known as Steppes, a region which is a high, dry plain country similar to our own, with a more rigorous climate than we have in North Dakota. It has been grown at the North Dakota experiment station for nine years and has endured our cli mate perfectly during that time. It stands dry conditions well, making a good growth in Williams county, Stark county and upon certain light soils in the southern part of this state. Under correspondingly severe conditions in the Canadian provinces of Manitoba and Assiniboia it has made a splendid show ing aud is now past the experimental stage. Beside along list of cultivated grasses at this station, it has proved to be the earliest to start growth in the spring, leading all others by several days. It also shows green earlier in the "spring than any native of the prairie. In autumn it shows the same disposition— remaining green correspondingly later than the native and other domestic grasses. It forms a very dense sod, more dense than any other I have ever seen. It is also a very deep rooting plant. It pro duces a good yield of hay upon good land, from one and a half to two and a half tons per acre, and 1 have seen some line crops of it upon sand)' and gravelly soil. The hay is equal to timothy hay in quality and is little if any harder to euro when cut. The time of cutting it affects the qual ity similarly, but to a less marked degree than it does timothy. When timothv ripens its seeds the blades dry and its straw becomes harsh and woody, while brome grass leaves remain green. Brome grass cut high leaves a stubble with leaves enough to have some value for hay. A pasture upon the station farm at Fargo which consists of eighteen acres of timothy and two acres of brome grass, has been pastured with cattle regularly each season for the past three years. The cattle have eaten off the brome grass much more closely than they have the timothy each year. This station has sent out several hundred pounds of the seed in pound packages to tho different coun ties of the state for trial. Some of these trials have been reported upon, and I have reports from many persons who have obtained seed from other sources. In a large percentage of these cases the experimenter has said: A pet lamb, a stray horse or a loose bunch of pigs have accidentally discovered the plot of grass and persisted in revisiting it until the ground was practically bare. I have seen horses iu Williams county crop it off to the ground in the month of Juno in preference to prairie grass which was in good condition. In all of the above cases it should be remembered that the brome grass was olfered in limited quan tity and would bo relished as variety, but it certainly proves that it is palatable and of good flavor. I have noticed that the brome grass remains green 'during dry weather when timothy dries up badly. The price of seed is high at present, making the coat of seeding a dollar and seventy-five cents to two and a half dol lars per acre. It yields a large quantity of seed and requires no extra machinery to handle it more than the grain binder and ordinary separator, followed by the fanning mill. That means, it seems to me, that as soon as the country is stocked with seed it will cost no more per acre to put land into brome grass than it does now to put it into timothy. SHERIDAN IS SOLD. Northern Pacific Railway Company Buys the Bly Lease and the Sheri dan Hotel Building. Transfer Has Been Made and is Satis factory to Mr. Bly, Who Re turned Today. (From Tuesday's Dally.) E. H. Bly returned on tho noon train from St. Paul, where he consummated a deal with the Northern Pacific Railway company for the purchase of tho Sheri dan hotel building and the rights of Mr. Bly in the property, of which he former ly held a ninety-nine year lease from the railroad company. Mr. Bly says the de tails of the transfer and the purchase price were satisfactory to him, and tho transfer has been completed. The rail road has "been endeavoring to purchase the property for some time, and now that the transfer has been made, the building will probably be advertised and sold, tho purchaser to remove it from its present location, which the railroad com pany will use as a site for a depot. The plans for the depot have been com pleted and approved for some time, aud its erection has only awaited the pur chase of the Sheridan property, as tho railroad company fias desired to build it on that location. Tho depot will be alter the style of that at Fargo, but not so large. The transfer of the Sheridan property to the road, beside giving Bismarck a modern and convenient depot, will re sult in the erection of a new brick hotel, probably on the corner of Fourth and Broadway streets. Altogether, the news will be of great interest to the citizens of Bismarck, who will be pleased at tho prospect of these substantial and needed improvements. To Cure a Cold in One Day. Take laxative Bromo Quinine Tab lets. All druggists refund the money if it fails to cure. 1£. W. G"ove's sig nature is on each box 25 cents. THE SECRET OF WEALTH. Hip Lung and Foo Chee Did wasliee wushee, In an up-to-date, Melican, clothing laun drec, And Michael McUore Kept a grocery next door, And while they grew rich he grew poor as could be. Of Hip Lung and Foo Chee, Mike, in his mysteree, Made earnest, continued aud long in quiree: "I rally can't see How yez git rich," said he, "While right th' next door I'm as poor as can be." Said Hip Lung and Foo Chee, "It is velly easee, Eat lice, velly nice, and so cheap, don't you see." •'Eat lice," said Foo Chee, "Velly cheap, don't you see," And while they meant rice, they fooled Michael McG. "Now arrah, I see,'' Said Michael McG., "I'm a'an to their Celestial philosopliee. Why they eat th' dom'd fleas 'Tis Michael that sees, For a man to git rich must keep scratch in', you see." W. S. Philpot, Albany, Ga. says, "De Witt's Littlle Early Risers did me more good than any piils I ever took." The famous little pills for constipation, bil iousness and liver and bowel troubles. E. S. Bcardslcy, Fourth St. THE GIFT OF CHARITY. Do a little good in passing, sow some kindness every day, Stretch a hand to help a struggler who has fallen by the way. Flash a smile to cheer the mourner, plant a flower to bud and bloom, Loose a ray of sympathy to pierce with sunlight the thick gloom, Stop and counsel with the erring, holp tho fallen one to rise, Find thy mission on the earth and leave the stars to light tho skies, Whisper comfort to the sobbing, let the sunshine struggle through, And when Heaven's portals open there will be a place for you. Be a minister of mercy that true brother hood may live. Be not hasty in thino anger, doubly ready to forgive, First to see a kindly action, last to doubt its honesty, Leaden be thy tongue of censure and thy tongue of praising free, Slow to doubt and quick to cherish every kindness of thy friend, Last to misjudge his intention, and the foremost to defend, Kindness knows no creed or caste and brotherhood no pedigree, And the key to Heaven's portals is the Gift of Charitv. John Dirr, Posyville, Ind., says, "I never used anything as good as One Min ute Cough Cure. We are never without it." Quickly breaks up coughs and colds. Cures all throat and lung troubles. Its use will prevent consumption. Pleasant to take. E. S. Beardsley, Fourth street. Editor Smith of the Oakes Republican has acquired the Independent and will consolidate the two papers. He an nounces a popular lady voting contest the first thing.