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THE EDITOR'S REVENGE.
The editor sat in bis office cold. Whence all but him bad fled. He wished that every last cie id-beat Was in his grave —stone dead. His mind then wandered far away To the time when lie should die. And his loyal editorial soul (Jo scooting to the >!iy. When he’d roam the fields of Paradise And sail o'er asper seas; And all things g'orious should combine His ever; sense to jilease. He thought how then he'd look across The great gulf, dark and drear, That yawned between h s hap; y soul And those who swindled him here. And when for water to him they call. An’ in agony they caper. He’d shout to them; "Just moisten your tongue With the ‘due’ that was on your paper." —J. W. Burgess. Editor Dansville breeze. Tiie Value ol'Time. There is something, inseparable from our life and existence, never seen or heaid, yet always felt, exercising over ns a strange power. That powerful something is Time. We are, generally speaking, apt to take no notice of the tapid lliglit of time or of its value —idling away minutes here and a few moments there in wanton indolence. Those minutes and moments are of no great loss in themselves, but they accumulate wonderfully fast, and if we stop to consider we will hint something that ought to have been done, some pleasure, some chance of doing an act of kindness to some unfortu nate being, is irretrievably lost, because of a few insignificant moments squandered thoughtlessly away. Young tells us that “we take no note of time but by its loss,” and tells us truly a so ber truth. There are probably few think ing men or women, who. arrived at middle life, have no regrets at the way in which much time had been misspent. Yet the strange, mysterious part of it all is, that no consciousness of the deplorable waste occurs to warn or trouble one while the waste is going on. How, then, can one best atone for errors in the past in this respect when the unwelcome revelation dawns that days and hours that never can be recalled have slipped away all unimproved and un appreciated? One tiling is certain; the value of time almost invariably imuresses itself in season to admit of much “redeem ing” once its worth becomes known. To act, and act promptly in the present, is to avoid all waste of time, and more impor tant still, let the lesson impress itself that time is worse than lost when no good deeds round out the busy hours of each day. To show a just appreciation of the value of time, then, is not merely to crowd the hours full of duties, to allow no moment to pass unused. No danger but as we grow older time will seem all too short for the la bor required at our hands, the fleeting mo ments seem almost to run by in their eager baste to be gone; and night often linds the tired man or busy housewife regretful that seemingly so little has really been done. But tune is never lost when here and there throughout the months and years we can And "some wortiiy action done.” It is asked, does not one fulfil the mission of life bravely and acceptably who works right along in the path of duty? Certainly, but there are always ways in which others can be made better and happier by our own in fluence. if we will have it so. What more sad than to stand at the close of life, es pecially a long life.and glance back through the years to find “nothing but leaves!” We who, by some mistake or other, are spending our best days behind these walls, shut out from the glorious sunshine of lib erty. and toil unhappily in degrading servi tude, are apt to look at our incarceration as a dark, dreary blank in our life, and that the l ime spent here, be it a short or a long period, is lost, and lost forever. But we should not think so, or give up to despair. There are many ways by which we can turn our spare time to account—by self improvement, and in the future reap rich benefits by it. We have ample time during the long evenings to study and add to our previous stock of knowledge, to learn over again what we studied in school and since forgoten. The privacy and stillness of our cells make studying easier and pleasanter, and advantage should be taken of it. In passing the evenings thus, we are trebly benefitted: firstly, because time will not drag so heavily and slowly along; secondly, because our minds escape becoming morbid and narrow by idle thoughts and fretful ness: and thirdly, the knowledge we thus gain may prove useful and perhaps valuable to us in the future. When we regain our long prayed for freedom and enjoy the beauties of nature’s wealth, the sweet scent of the blossoms, the joyful songs of the birds, and the bright sunshine beckoning us to go forth in joy and gladness to regain what we lost by our misconduct, will not seem a hollow mockery to us, for we are better prepared to battle with the world. It is not an easy, peaceful journey we will make through life. Our past experience lias taught us that. The way is hedged in with temptations, disappointments and de feat. The talent of success, Longfellow says, is nothing more than "doing what one can do well, and doing well whatever one dues, without a thought-of fame.” It is no small or trivial matter when the day is ended to put the head on the pillow with the consciousness that during the day no wrong deed has been done; and when life is closing in and its last days are rap idly running out, the thought must be in expressibly sweet that no dishonor taints the name that is held so dear. The dis honor which we. by our thoughtlessness, have brought upon our name is a stain which our redeeming and penitence can never fully erase, though it is comforting and sweet to know that by atonement it can be almost blotted out. Fame may not be achieved, but if there is approval of the “still, small voice.” the cheers of the world’s crowd are of small account. After all, what does the fame of this world amount to in comparison with the “Well done, good and faithful servant!” spoken to us by our Maker? F. O. L. A Good Example. Great’is the value of him who sets a good example. Think of the great number who have lived misspent lives on account of the influence of bad examples. How quick a little boy will copy after an older person, taking it for granted “its all right.” Very few people are original in their ways, consequently they copy good or bad, as the case may be, from those who most attract their notice, sometimes from a good man whom they actually believe is up right, or under the strong and fascinating influence of a bad one, but the influence of a good man is always the most power ful. Sometimes it seems as though the world is all wrong, or that the whole human race was cut out a little bent or not quite straight. The most of us wish to do right, but there is a strong and bad influence ahead. We know that people in high society do things almost daily, which we, if caught, would get long years for; but with them It is simply, they have gone wrong, and the next little gust of wind blows it all away, and they are, apparently, as serene as ever, and perhaps more so. Do the people on the outside think the most ignorant know nothing of the dis honesty practiced in every walk of life? Remember, not crooks, but the makers of them —the people in general. Of course everybody will think they are not meant. Do not think 1 have no faith in mankind or that 1 think everybody dishonest. I know differently. 1 also know that all that glit ters is not gold. But those kickers, those who, for some trivial political or other rea son, would squeal like one of Armour’s pigs if they thought we were going to get one of the smallest of favors. They seem to lack the most essential principle of honesty, who refer to starving Esquimaux some of whom on account of a fish famine have starved, and hint that they would like what we throw away. If the men in prison could be convinced of the honesty of the people outside, that would settle the mater of prison reform.but until society is reformed prisons will be just as full as ever, because if every man in prison should die more would take their place and at the same rate as now. and the business of reforming would go on for ages, for we are the people, or were. Set good examples. No deceiving little speech will do with them, for they are skeptical and must be thoroughly convinced of the honest intentions of their fellow men. They have gone through and seen enough to almost cause them to think there is no such a thing as an honest man. The influence that lias been brought about by one man in this institution has done more good than the people outside can imagine. He is a good example and practices good and if lie could hear some of the good things said of him by the prisoners, lie would feel sufficiently thanked for all he has done. So set good examples, for every body admires and respects God’s noblest work, an honest man. . Fii,. Fireside Philosophy. lam glad I don’t have to be mean. Mrs. Mary B. Williard's daughter, when she was a very little tot, was told one day that she was a very naughty girl. She responded defiantly: “1 could be good if I wanted to. Do you ’spose I want to be good all the time?” Her mother reasoned with her on the subject of her extreme badness, and told her when she said her prayers to tell God she was sorry she was so naughty, and ask him to make her a good girl. She very decid edly refused to do anything of the kind, be cause she was not sorry and didn’t want to be good. She was honest. Some of us children of a larger growth pray for clean hearts and to be “made good boys and girls,” when we really enjoy our privileges of being as wicked as we please. Our meanness is often a sad thing but it would be sadder if we were compelled to be mean. How ridiculous are the mistakes of others; how perfectly excusable our own. —Little Old Woman, in Chicago Sunday Blade. Fire and sword are but slow engines of destruction in comparsion with the babbler. There is no blessings, however great that discontent will not convert into evils and no trials however severe, serenity and virtue may not transform into blessings.—Ex. Every man lias in his own life, follies enough; in his own mind, trouble enough; in his own fortunes, evil enough; without being curious after the affairs of others. —Ex. NEW YORK Dry Goods Emporium, 309 & 311 Main St. (GRAND OPERA HOUSE BLOCK) STILLWATER, MINN. The Leading Store In Tiie City. DRY GOODS & MILLINERY Carpets and Wall Paper, In Endless Variety, And At Lowest Prices, Our Stock of Ladies and Childiens Gar ments for the WYnter Season of 1890 will be the largest ever shown in this City. We Solicit A Call of Inspec tion. RESPECTFULLY, Louis Albenbcrg &, CO. Stillwater, Minn. NEW YORK CLOTHING EMPORIUM, 310 Main Street. (OPPOSITE GRAND OPERA HOUSE,) Stillwater, Minn. Largest Stock of MEN’S, BOYS’ AND CHILDREN’S CLOTHING In tiie City. HATS, CAPS AND Furnishing Goods OF ALL. DESCRIPTION, AND IN ENDLESS VARIETY Our Prices are the Lowest in the City All Goods Warranted as repre sented. Give us a call, and examine our immense Stock. Respectfully, Louis Albenberg Sc Co. ’.V'rV *>- THE BEST PLAGE FOR FINE CAKES —AND— CANDIES. THE CHICAGO Bakery and Restaurant MEALS AT ALL HOURS. 241 S. Main St., Stillwater, Minn., next to Opar& House. CHAS. HEITMAN, Prop. ELLIOTT HOUSE, Cor. Third & Chestnut Sts., STILLWATER, .... MINN. Remodeled and First-class in Every Respect. J. E. ELLIOTT, Manager. FRED. SCOTT, 223 South Main St., Stillwater, Minn., —DEALER IN— Drugs, Medicines & Chemicals J. C. HENING, (Successor to Hening & Millard) DEALER IN PDBB DBDES & MEDICINES Perfumery, Toilet and Fancy Articles, Brushes, Etc. FINE CIGARS. Physicians’ Prescriptions Carefully Compounded 208 Chestnut St. Stillwater, Minn. City Book Store. Blank Books —AND— OFFICE SUPPLIES Of AH Kinds. Fine Correspondence STATIONERY A SPECIALTY. The Largest and Best Stock of WALL PAPER in the City. All Goods at the Very Lowest Prices. R.. A. PHINNEY, Stillwater, Minn. THON BROS., MERCHANT TAILORS, 237 N. Second Street, STILLWATER. - - MINNESOTA. J. o. holen, r. j. wheeler, B. W. DURANT, A. T. JENKS. 8. PHOENIX. J. 0. HOLEN & CO., WHOLESALE & RETAIL GROCERS, Grand Opera House Block, STILLWATER, MINN. Since 1 cannot govern my own tongue, though within my own teeth, how can I hope to govern the tongues of others? —Ex.