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THE REPUBLICAN
MILLIE E. LONGFELLOW, Prt»«her.
IDAHO.
MOUNTAIN HOME,
Uncle Russell Sage has recovered
from his severe illness. But it was
terribly expensive,
And now George Meredith has in
dited an ode to the czar. It never
rains but it pours.
Another reason for the popularity
of the short skirt is the necessity it
involves of wearing $7 shoes.
A Chicago university professor suc
ceeds Dr. Osier at Johns Hopkins. So
the fun may not be all over yet.
Says Dr. Patton, "Language is
thought's pottery." And the doctor
seems to have a good glaze on it, too.
Widows are said to live longer than
any other human beings, but you
wouldn't think it when they tell their
ages.
A Pennsylvania court has decided
that "a man is master in his own
home." He is legally entitled to feel
that way.
That New Jersey preacher who
eloped because "he was short in his
cash," could hardly have been long on
religion, either.
New York has a man without any
brains. He ought to shine brilliantly
at the monkey dinners and other func
tions of the 400.
The Eastern man who tried to force
a mule to drink, with disastrous re
sults, has evidently never spent much
time in the south.
A Chicago college professor thinks
that students should do their studying
at night. When does he expect them
to do their mischief?
Kyrle Bellew says actors are born
and not made. It is painful io think
that ail the persons who are trying to
act were born that way.
The man who always does cheer
fully everything that is expected of
him will find pretty soon that a heap
of things are expected of him.
A Pennsylvania truck farmer is go
ing to plant 25,000 cabbages, so that
all will not be lost, even if the Con
necticut tobacco crop falls short.
A dispatch says a hostler was
kicked by a horse lie had been groom
ing for nearly two years. Probably
the horse got tired and nervous.
One of Boston's fair girl authors is
of the opinion that men are much
more beautiful than women. What a
mother-in-law that woman would
make!
The fashion editor says the wedding
gown has one great advantage over all
other costumes. This must be that it
generally doesn't have to be bought
but once.
Will that Philadelphia woman he
good enough to explain how a man
can osculate a la Nethersole without
the hearty co-operation of the party
of the second part?
Cadets at West Point and Annapolis
are to be taught jui-jitsu. It may not
do them much good in war, but per
haps it will enable them to improve
their football records.
Noting the tendency of the British
nobility, King Alfonso of Spain rath
er thinks he will look to this country
for a bride. Alfonso seems to be a
bit of an Anglomaniac.
Admiral Lord Charles Beresford
thinks the last of the world's great
wars is being fought,
forgets that there is to be a big fight
for the pennant this year.
He evidently
One of the great pyramids of Egypt
has been struck by lightning, and by
all accounts the lightning got consid
erably the worst of it. They were no
jerry builders, those ancient Egyp
tians.
Sir Thomas Lipton writes from the
Indian ocean that he is determined
to have one more try for the America
cup. He has money enough. All he
needs is a designer who can make a
winning yacht.
On thinking it over you will per
ceive that "the natural actor, Mr.
Robert Fitzsimmons," is none other
than the accomplished artist who rose
to fame by punching Jim Corbett in
the solar plexus.
Fixth century scientists were
quainted with 67 different kinds
mosquitoes,
accept the doctrine of the survival of
the fittest, must be glad they didn't
live in the sixth century.
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New Jersey people who
By FREDERICK
UPHAM ADAMS
JOHN BURT
Author ol *'Th« Kidnapped Millionaires," "Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,'
Etc.
* Copyright, 1902, by
Frkijbuick Upham Adams
All rights
reserved
Copyright, 1903, by
A. J. Uuixn iuuur.1
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
"Tell ye what we'll dew," said Sam.
"How many yards does it take fer a
dress? Fifteen? All right. We'll
give ye sixty cents a yard—cash.
What d'ye say, Mr, Farnsworth? Is
it a bargain?"
"All right," groaned the merchant.
"It leaves me nothing, but I'll do it
as a favor. Of course you want some
black lace for trimmings?"
"Sure," replied Sam.
"Something about twenty-five cents
a yard," suggested Mrs. Rounds. She
felt like one who, having fallen from
grace, decides to go to perdition with
flying colors. No one in Rehoboth
ever had possessed a black silk gown
with lace trimmings.
"Here is something at thirty cents
a yard which I can honesty recom
mend," said Mr. Farnsworth. After
inspecting cheaper qualities, on which
Mr. Farnsworth fixed higher prices,
Mrs. Rounds consented to the pur
chase of eight yards, though Mr.
Farnsworth advised ten.
Sam's crowning triumph was the
purchase of a black lace shawl, listed
at one hundred and fifty dollars. After
ten minutes of dickering with Mr.
Farnsworth, Sam succeeded in acquir
ing that treasure for $11.25, Like
wise he bought a twenty-five dollar
bonnet for three and a half dollars.
Handkerchiefs, stockings, petticoats
and shoes fell into Sam's hands at
ridiculous prices, until his mother,
with tears in her eyes, declared that
she would not consent to the purchase
of another article.
Mr. Farnsworth presented an item
ized bill for $47.27, which Sam paid
from a generous roll of greenbacks.
On the plea of arranging for express
ing the goods to Hinghara, Sam met
Mr. Farnsworth in his office and gave
him a check for the balance of $445.50.
"I swan, I haven't had so much fun
In ten years," said Sam, as he shook
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thanked him. "I reckon Ma Rounds
will be the best dressed old lady be
tween Boston an' Newport. Good
day, Mr. Farnsworth, an' good luck
ter you."
CHAPTER XI.
Sam's New York Triumphs.
Ignoring his mother's protest, Sam
employed a dressmaker and for two
weeks Mrs. Rounds found pleasure in
assisting the seamstress with her
work. Sam had acquainted the lat
ter with his secret and she agreed to
protect it. But his precautions were
in vain.
Like other crimes less difficult to
condone, this one was destined to be
revealed. The preacher's wife called
on Mrs. Rounds, and since they had
become very friendly, was shown the
new gown and the black lace shawl.
Whatever of envy arose in that good
woman's breast was lost in surprise
when Mrs. Rounds innocently men
tioned the price she had paid for the
silk.
"Sixty-five cents a yard for that
silk!" she exclaimed. "Why, my dear
Mrs. Rounds, you surely must be jest
ing. I had a dress like that when I
was married, and it cost six dollars a
yard. And that lace at thirty cents.
It surely cost five dollars a yard, and
perhaps more. That beautiful shawl
must have cost more than a hundred
dollars. I understand now." she con
tinued in some confusipn. "Your son
intended to surprise you. It was very
good of him and very clumsy in tne to
reveal his secret."
When the visitor had departed Mrs.
Rounds looked with awe at the gar
ments spread out before her. A fa
miliar step sounded in the hallway,
and Sam entered, his homely face
rosy with a smile.
"I'm back ergain," he said, fondly
embracing his mother. "Admirin' yer
new gown, eh? Go an' put it on, an'
how ye looks, dressed up as er real
yer bonnet an' shawl. I want ter see
lady."
She held his hands and looked up,
tears trickling down her faded cheeks.
"You—you told me an awful story,
Samuel," she faltered, "but—but
don't think you moant to do wrong,
and—and I'll pray for you. You are
very good to me, Samuel, if you did
break one of the commandments."
"That didn't break no command
ment,' said Sam with a contrite grin,
"it only kinder bent it er little. Don't
ye worry erbout ther cost of them
clothes. I've made enough money
since I've been away ter pay fer three
more dresses like that air one. It's
none tew good fer ye, an' I want ye
to wear it just as if ye wa'nt afraid
of it."
Sam's rapidly increasing business
kept him away from home much of
the time. Mrs. Rounds was busy for
month with her wardrobe. She then
knitted socks for Sain, until he had
supply sufficient to last a lifetime. In
this crisis of a dearth of work, the
wife of a neighbor was taken ill with
typhoid fever. There were five small
children in the family, and they were
too poor to employ a nurse.
An hour after Mrs. Rounds heard
the news she had taken charge of tne
case. Hour after hour and day after
day she fought the attacks of the in
sidious disease,
meals, soothed the crying children,
spoke words of comfort to the dis
tracted husband, performed the house
work, and slept at such rare intervals
She cooked the
as she could find between her multi
tudinous duties.
The patient was
convalescent when Sam returned
home. He at once employed a nurse
to take his mother's place.
She listened patiently and with a
puzzled smile to Sam's rebuking lec
ture.
"When folks are sick, some one
must take care of them, Samuel," she
said, when he had ended. "They are
poor, and I had nothing else to do.
The Bible says you must visit the
sick when they're afflicted. You won't
let me do any work here in the house,
and I must do something."
Mrs. Rounds was the first to learn
of sickness or of trouble in any fam
ily for miles around, and first to re
spond. She officiated at childbirths,
or with tender fingers closed the eyes
of the dead and stitched their shrouds.
When children had croup or measles,
the neighbors sent, not for the doctor,
but for Mrs. Rounds. She found re
laxation in sewing for any one who
would accept her services.
Sam made several successful ven
tures in the New York horse market
and decided to locate there. He
bought a cozy house on the East Side,
fronting a small park, and installed
his mother as mistress of the estab
lishment. His business prospered.
Having firmly established his posi
tion as a shipper and dealer in horses,
he turned his attenton to the commis
sion business. Taking advantage of
a shortage in the cranberry crop, he
bought, a large part of the available
supply and cleared thousands of dol
lars in consequence of his sagacity.
He then embarked in the produce and
commission business on a large scale
and scored another success.
At the age of thirty-five, having
amassed a competency, Sam Rounds
determined to Improve what he
termed his "book education." Four
winter terms in the Rehoboth public
school gave him all of which he could
boast in the way of erudition. He
therefore began a course of study in
a night school, which he attended four
evenings iu the week. He joined a
debating society, and became a mem
ber of various social and political or
ganizations in his district.
The corruption of the local politi
cians precipitated a revolt against the
party in power, and the voters of
Sam's district held a meeting tor the
purpose of nominating an alderman
to stand against an incumbent who
had betrayed his trust,
was proposed with cheers,
nominated by acclamation and escort
ed to the platform.
"If honesty is good policy in busi
ness, as they say it is," he declared,
"it should be a good thing in politics.
know that I'm
Sam's name
He was
me
not a politician, and those that don't
know me will mighty soon find it out.
The only promise I can make is that
if I am elected--and I calculate to be
—is that I would no sooner think of
cheating my neighbors as an alder
man, than I would of cheating them
in selling potatoes or cabbages."
Samuel Lemuel Rounds was tri
umphantly elected alderman by the
largest majority ever cast for a caudi
date in his district.
CHAPTER XII.
Lost in the Snow.
"Looks like more snow!"
At the sound of his master's voice
a shepherd dog raised his head in
quiringly, and followed the gaze of
the speaker as he studied the leaden
sky and the crests of snowclad ridges
and mountains. This habit of voicing
thought develops in those who spend
long periods in solitude, and James
Blake—once a farmer boy in Hing
ham, and now a California gold miner
and prospector—was no exception to
the rule.
"Let's get breakfast, Dog," he said
as he entered the cabin. "1 told you
it was going to snow."
Blake's cabin stood well back from
the edge of a cliff half way up the
slope of a valley in the Sierra Ne
vadas of Central California.
Scattered along the walls were min
ing tools, powder kegs, guns, fishing
rods, and a miscellaneous assortment
of lumber and firewood. A small but
strongly constructed ell was used as
a storeroom. Haunches of venison,
the carcass of a brown bear, and long
strings of mountain trout were here
securely guarded against the depre
dations of wandering animals. Bags
of flour and oatmeal, some potatoes,
sides of bacon, and the remnants of a
ham completed the more substantial
portion of Blake's larder,
surveyed his snug
much satisfaction. Nothing but a con
He often
storeroom with
flagration or a serious illness could
disturb his labors during the long
winter season.
Breakfast ended, James Blake lit
his pipe and started for the mouth of
the tunnel. Though less than an hour
had passed since he entered the cabin
the snow already had drifted across
the path and blocked the door. Those
whose knowledge of snowstorms is
confined to localities where a foot or
two of snow in forty-eight hours is
called a "blizzard," and esteemed a
meteorological event, have no con
ception of a snow storm in the Si
Near the timber line in the
erras.
Sierra Nevadas there has been re
corded a fall of fourteen feet of
snow in as many consecutive hours—
an inch every five minutes—a swirl
ing, writhing, choking maelstrom of
flakes, borne on the wings of a freez
ing gale.
It was such a storm that Blake
faced when he opened the cabin door
and plunged through the drifts into
the tunnel.
"This is an old snifter, isn't it,
Dog?" he exclaimed as he stood in
the mouth of the shaft and shook the
snow from his blouse.
Blake lit a lantern and wormed his
way into the dismal hole. A few min
utes later he was hard at work, paus
ing now and then to examine the rock
with eager eyes. He had been toiling
for three hours or more when the
dog's sniffling attracted his notice. As
he turned, the animal raised his head,
backed sharply, and growled in a
peculiar manner.
"What's the matter, Dog?" said
Blake, patting his friend. "What a
cursed shame the creature can't talk!
What's up, old boy? Seen a bear.
Don't bother with him—let him alone.
Go away, Dog, I'm busy," and Blake
returned to his task.
Leaning back against the wall of
the tunnel, with his paws hanging
in a most doleful fashion, the dog
sounded a long-drawn wail, so pitiful
in its intensity that Blake dropped
his pick and gazed at the animal in
amazement mixed with terror. The
animal sprang forward and fastened
his teeth in the leg of Blake's trous
ers, pulling gently but firmly, growl
ing and whining.
"This is a new freak!" muttered
Blake, grabbing the lantern,
thing has happened,
hut's afire."
"Some
Perhaps the
He moved quickly towards the
mouth of the tunnel. The dog gave a
joyful bark, and led the way. Blake
reached the open air, and floundered
through the drifts until the cabin
was visible through the blinding snow.
The dog wont past it, and howled
dismally when his master paused.
Rushing into the hut, Blake secured
a long rope, one end of which he tied
to the leg of a bench near the door.
Paying out the coil he dashed sturdily
forward.
(To be continued.)
I
BLEW DOWN CITY WALL.
People of Leipsic Reminded of the
Fate of Jericho.
We have been hearing a good deal
about the walls of Jericho lately, and,
therefore, it is curious that we should
have an actual example of the power
of a trumpet-blast occurring in Europe
to-day.
A short time ago, at Leipsic, the
conductor of a brass band used
train his musicians in his garden,
which was bounded by the old walls
of the city.
One day, when they were practicing
a grand march they came to a passage
in which all the trumpets had to blow
fortissimo, and, as they gave one final
blast all together, they were aston
ished to see the old wall suddenly
crumble and topple over into the
fields outside.
Happily, the only result was that
the cows in the meadows were fright
ened, but it is evident that the walls
of Leipsic are even more unstable
than were the walls of Jericho.—
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STEER DRIVEN IN HARNESS.
Young French-Canadian Has Succeed
ed in Educating Animal.
John Fornier, a young French-Cana
dian, who lives at Molunkus Lake.
Me., is turning a pretty penny for
himself with his educated steer, Johq
Henry. This steer is a most amiable
beast, and has been trained to har
ness so well that he can be driven as
easily as a horse, and easier than
some horses.
A harness has been made for him
with reins, which he minds at the
slightest pull, and is "sound and kind
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On pleasant days John trots John
j Henry up to Mattawamkeag village
and for the small sum of one dime
> will let the outfit to anyone who
! wishes to take a pleasure drive
around the town. Business is invari
ably good, and John has earned
enough money to keep John Henry in
excellent condition. The Mattawam
keag ladies are John's best custom
ers, and John Henry really seems to
enjoy their company.
accompanying
shows John Henry and two of his
most ardent admirers.
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Two Wills Almost Identical.
There was something peculiarly
touching about two wills which have
just been filed for probate; the two
instruments being those of husband
and wife, and as near identical in
terms as possible.
Each bequeathed everything to the
other, except in case cf previous de
mise, when grandchildren were named
the heirs. The two wills were drawn
the same day, witnessed by the same
parties, and drawn in the same hand.
Husband and wife died within a few
days of each other, almost exactly ten
years later. The names of the testa
tors were John W. Blades and Mary
A. Blades—Jeffersonville correspond
ence Indianapolis News.
Real High-Heeled Shoes.
In an English museum is a pair o!
Queen Elizabeth's riding boots or bus
kins, the heels of which, it is of in
terest to note, are three inches high.
However, a three-inch heel must have
been ease and comfort to walk in com
pared with a "chopine." This ex
traordinary invention, by which ladies
endeavored in the sixteenth and seven
teenth centuries to add cubits to their
stature, was a kind of stilt made of
wood and leather, and was sometimes
as much as twelve inches high! The
wearer had then to be assisted to
keep her balance when walking either
by servants or gallant cavaliers. It
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makes Hamlet greet one of the mem
bers of the company of players with
the words, "By 'r lady, your ladyship
is nearer heaven than when I saw you

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