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BUTLER, MISSOURI, WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY, 2 1887
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ladlan Girl's Reply.
Btt low Tou to ,caTe tbe ren
tf'L .K.nHon thla brlffbt land of
, ta lodge, od my dear tryiting
-jL twftw1 tre symbol of
doited plaint, lakes and rtTora so
IIS rylnf oen thrills tbe heart
M ,m ltA watt vruul
IO bcv in'iu tuv Ti uvs wwa
,J!!L,t kaants of faablon. false, gor-
4fJIatof ilie Ple fnce, tor palace,
. u-mole of muiumou is held as dl-
that
JLj frideM ,u8t ' a,orcd on 1,a
ainiri
yttatyoo kT m, tbat riream will ere
kia
j fw ,D crt like tho nighiln
( tttt'ltoni.
itf lore fur a moment, may flittter me
VmSttktdark lock! tbat enoircle my
In ray fashion's
girl
aooce, in gnj
tn taW" anawer my borne la the
it mj' s'xl cradle to each foreat
riira 'nentb the oloud or the sun's
Iigant gww,
onmartbe tynpest, (be mist or tbe
Xttfieuaor the darkness, the light or the
us III the grore Is the wild Indian
3i .
MrftMt home Is all Eden to me.
ttsst
jffrtqr swells, and tbe charm of lore's
ffekrlektoaibe green-wood, the prairie.
ins nieam 1
tattoBg bird Is free and tbe wild deer
feSNt.
mpm has no pit-falls for Innocent feet.
Mils wild dore to forsake the green
to
u mt In sonis parlor to pine and
I Mat
Jai tas young fawn the gay forest
wTuntallra boudoir to languish and
to
l sot a maid of the forust to flee
Liiaaf of the cUy the Indian Is free.
.D In the wlldwood where lore Is
nan ana tns soui not a myth, not a
Nub:
tataeiaensare pure and affections are
like hearts In the towns by the
where nature hashallow'd
bright. In the forest so
na woo me
Mieane.
ftt eatars so
-CSarlei J. Doattle, In InterOoean.
SISTER NELL.
I) wu a rerr meanly-furnished room.
U ret It looked bright and cheerful
(pt, as the light of the tingle lamp
M on the table dispelled enough of
tdows to soften and round erery
fit without disclosing the shabbiness
La forniture, and the thinness of the
Lt-wora carpet that covered the
were a few books on a swing.
.ikelforer tbe table, a pot of ferns
I rode bracket in one corner of the
a, and some cheap chroraos tacked
iswaJl.
ifirl of eighteen, in a faded calico
a, tbe sleeves of which wero rolled
(tare her dimpled elbows, was just
if her hands on a coarse towel.
D Baking answer to the questions of
rw uin-laoed child, with large
tea eyes, ana a inngieu mass ot gold
rlj hair, who sat. nroDncd ur bv
Dwa, on the bed that occupied the
per of the room opposite that where
I am were placed.
MJ0tt tirod, sister Nell?"
P lace of the girl with the) towel
pttlj brightenetl, and she laughed
ruttr Not a bit, Essie, dear!" she
Ptd; "see, it is only eicht o'clock."
Rtiog o the faoe of the cheap time
that tickoil on tho umiitcl, "and
jliIies ru wasilio"!, and the room
fjpttlron, and tn ttiove polished, and
wm two uholo hour before me for
fliiutjouMrr to-nlghU Noll?" asked
eaM oa the bed. with a half-sob in
wuca. .
loeS4becAUs,, and hext the
1 to the surface wanted yon
"l Ua a atrrv & mal arond.fa.irT
the one you told me last
Tour atnrUa mwm Koftn- tlir an
in the books, and you know
i lata nn ..
f l , - r IMIUHHI (MM
l laa i V . m
erl 'wn, oui sne laugnea mer
T i r" MrseU by the bedside,
A 1 thin MatMl kit -J littU ir;
aer own, and said:
iau m - -i . iv.
then you must go to sleep.
b my ship comes In"
thia a Uttle bitterly "1'U have
: -eWlfJI TAII lilr ba war All Minlal
.IP book, full of the Quaintest
'l?.I0eTer saw. and with crira
J fW covers, and when I'm
3 7.i work yu can sit here ajad
! lyourseltM
rich. NelL yoa won't
ZCto ork," said Eesee a liule
: wwa. laughed again, and began;
jTJfon a time there lived in a
( . awrat avn uzij uu Tery
vra."
following the fortune of the
,lTghl who bearded this ogre in
nd rescued the imprisoned
V Eaaie'a great brown eyes grew
. . wnoering admiration; and
I" JMt the tale ended happily, as
toriea do. she claooed her
J
hands gieefuiiy and fcii bacK among
the pillows with a little sigh of content
ment. "Now you must go to sleep, Essie,"
said the story-teller.
And she sat by the bedsido until the
Suivering eyelids of the little
ropped in slumber.
Then stealing softly to the table, she
shaded the lamp, and unlocking the
drawer of an old-fashioned bureau
which stood against the wall, took from
its depth:) a little package of neatiy
written manuscript, some blank paper,
a pen, and a bottle of ink.
-It will be a great surprise to Essie,"
she murmured softly to herself.
And drawing the paper towards her.
she wrote rapidly, in a hand as clear
and distinct as copper-plate, until the
clock in the church tower just round
the corner tolled the hour of ten.
'I timed myself accurately," she mur
mured half aloud; "and" measuring
with her eye the pile of manuscript on
the table before her "the book is larce
enough. Some day I'll get out Volume
1L Now for the illustration. Luckily,
I had three-quarters of an hour of
spare time to-day, when the press broke
down, and inspiration enough to dash
this oft"
She arose as she finished speaking.
and Uking down her lunch-basket from
a nail driven in the wall, lifted the
cover and drew out a thin package
wrapped in brown paper.
It was a piece 01 oristol-board, on
which was traced, with a bold hand, a
Eicture that illustrated the story she
ad told that night to her crippled sister.
Artistically speaking, it was a very
faulty picture; but it nad the merit of
originality, and there was a certain
vigor and firmness about the lines that
gave character to the faces of the giant
ogre, the daring knight, and the im
prisoned princess. '
mi 1 ... t I 1 t
ado giri, wiiu ner neau supporieu in
ber hands, eyed the rough drawing
with a contemptuous curl on her lip.
"it is very oad l know," sue mur
mured; "but Essio will value it Oh, if
I were only rich, and could take drawing-lessons,
and have time to practice
composition, perhaps some day I might
produce sometmng mat would cause the
world to give a little bit of praise to
Helen Gwinett!"
She sighed a little despondently, but
she pasted tho drawing in position at
the head of the story she had written
out, and made all the manuscript into
compact bundle, which she wrapped in
a brown paper, and placed in tbe bot
tom of her lunch-basket
Then, after a glance at the tire, to see
that it was properly banked, she un
dressed and crept into bed beside her
sleeping sister.
Before sunrise the next morning, sne
was up and prepared the simple break'
fast, and a noonday lunch for herself
and Lssie.
When, presently. Essie awoke, she
washed and dressed the child, and they
ate breakfast together.
At nail-past six isell Kissed tssie
good-bye, laid two or three well-worn
books within reach of the helpless child.
and seizing her lunch-basket, tripped
merrily awav to work.
Kelt worked in a great printing and
publishing house, and earned a pound a
week.
It seemed a pitiful sum; and she hard
ly knew how she made ends meet with
it; but she was a rigid economist, and
generally had a few pennies with which
to buy delicacies for her little invalid
sister, who had been her constant care
since, two years before, they were left
orphans.
Nell had day-dreams sometimes, but
they did not interfere with the practical
issues ol life, and tne foreman of tne
room where she worked considered her
his best hand.
On tho floor above was the bindery.
Nell knew tho foreman, a middle-
aged Scotchman, who hud been in the
employ of the liim since boyhood, and
that day at noon she sought him out in
his little office, railed oft in one corner
of tho great room.
"air, carnagie, she said, breaking
the string that conGned the manuscript
of her book, "I want to ask a favor of
you."
Wear' said the foreman Interroga
tively, speaking with a strong Scotch
accent
"I've got some manuscript here
some little stories that I have written
out from time to time for mv criDoled
sister's benefit. , If I were rich I'd have
them printed, although I'm not fool
enough to believe they possess any
merit except for her. I've made the
manuscript as much like a book-page as
poasioie. witn wide margins all around.
and I want to know if you'll bind it for
me in one ot those pretty gift-book
covers, with these letters stamped in gold
on the front, "Essie in r airy land, by
duter Aeiu- 1 want to"
i can i ao it: said tne foreman, a
little gruffly, shaking his head; "it's
contrary to orders. One of those gift
bindings is worth five shillings. Toa'll
have to see the manager down-stairs.
He don't hire me to give away his
stock."
"Very welL" cried NelL snatching
up the manuscript with a detiant toss
oi ner neau. -i ve done yon many
favors, and you can do this if you want
to. It's not likely that I'd ask the
manager, but the book's got to be bound
ii ii costs me a wees: s pay.
She flounced out of the room, the
angry crimson d veins her face, and
went straight to the business -office
down-stairs.
"What'll it cost to have this bound in
, ,
one of those fancy gift-book covers?"
she asked of Mr. Johnson, the busi
ness manager of the house, not noticing
tbat Mr. Cyril Cawthorne, the junior
member of the great publishing house
of Cawthorne ana Son, and the head of
the literary department, was standing
close beside the business manager's
high desk.
Mr. Johnson picked up the package
of manuscript, ou the first page of
which was a picture done in water-
colors, crude, like all the rest, but drawn
and colored by tbe same free hand that
gave to all her pictures life and character.
He glanced from it to the face of the
"iou re one ot our young women up
stairs, aro you not? he asked.
"ics. sir.
"It is not our custom to charge em
ployes anything for little jobs like
this;" and turning to young Mr. Caw
thorne, he handed him Neil's precious
manuscript. "We won't charge one of
our hands anviiiinr for biudiug this."
Mr. Ciwtlioi ni: iok tiui manuscript.
and, without ;.iiwrrinr, began turn
ing the leav. s.
The ui.iu;;: r v. ..Le i away, leaving
Nell still standing in front of the desk.
Mr. Cawthorne seemed interested in
reading what the .girl had written
down, and in examining her crude
pictures, for the minutea passed away,
and he neither looked at her nor spoke.
When tbe hands on the clock above
the desk indicated five minutes of one,
Nell ventured to break the silence.
if you please, sir," she began, "I"
Where did you get these stories?"
demanded Mr. Cawthorne with sudden
earnestness, tapping the manuscript
with his long forefinger, and raising his
spectacled eyes to Nell's face.
Tney are mine, sne answered. "1
wrote them out"
"Do you mean to say that you com
posed tnem, ana that these drawings are
yoursP"
"xes. sir. I know they are not very
good, but my little lame sister thinks
they are grand, and it is to please her
that I put them in that shape, and want
them bound, so that she can read them
over while I am at work.
"Ahem! Miss "
"Gwinett"
"Yes; Miss Gwinett, I want to talk to
you. Walk into my office, please."
And before Nell could realize what it
all meant, she found herself seated in
the publisher s private office, telling
him the story of her life, and how the
fairy-stories came to be written, and all
her bopea and plans and ambitions.
When at length she finished, the pub
lisher spoke witn an earnestness tbat
nearly took Nell's breath away.
"These stories," he said, "aro capital
at least, if I can judge from one that
x iiavo just resu ami your sister is a
most excellent critic. Our house has
been wanting to publish a book like
this for some time, and if you'll allow
me, i ll make you an otter for the manu
scriptincluding the sketches."
"Sir?" said Nellie.
And she began to feel faint and
giddy, and the room swam around her.
"I'll give you one hundred pounds
down, and, u tbe book proves tbe suc
cess that I venture to say it will, tbe
usual royalty after all expenses have
been paid. I make this offer without
reading the manuscript Amuse your
self, and I'll see if my judgment is cor
rect by a further perusal."
He turned to the manuscript and
Nell, left to herself, could only sit and
stare straight ahead at the opposite
wall, on which danced a thousand
pictures, more real and life-like than
they had ever been before to her.
She did not go back to work that
afternoon, nor the next day, nor ever
gain.
Young Mr. Cawthorne came to see
her in the little shabby room, which
never before had looked so shabby to
ner, ana taiKea to uer oi a future bo
glittering and grand that several times
she pinched herself, hardly darinsr to
believe that it was not a dream; but
when he handed her the crisp bank
notes for the hundred pounds, and went
Sway, promising to call again, she
knew it must be real. and. with bssie s
arms around her neck, cried out her
loy.
:ne nas told, in ner own inimitable
way, this story of her first triumph much
better than 1 nave done it, ana the
tnousanos oi litue onudren au over
Christendom who have read with pleas-
ore ue story oi "Usie in airy land.
ao not oream tnat "sister aVeu, now s
staid matron, and the mother of chil
dren, known far and wide as the gifted
and accomplished Helen Gwinett Caw
thorne for she married the fairy prince
just as they do in the story-books was
once a poor working-girl, who found
time outside of work-hours to write the
most delightful stories of elf-land that
have ever been printed.
HUMOR.
A Boston newspaper man says that
Greenoagh's statue of Franklin in that
city is worth studying, because it illus
trates a theory for which thescnlptoi
had the authority of the great physi
ognomist Lavater. It is that each side
of the human face represents different
phases of human nature, man being
a dual animal, with a double set of
characteristics. On one side of the
bronze face of Franklin Grcenough has
depicted the expression of the man of
science who drew tho lightning from
the clouds; on the other he has repre
sented the features of the author of the
fir.;-)y philosophy embodied in Poor
ll!o..ri' Almanac
We regret to say that the new maga-
sine guns ate not for the purpose of
shooting writers of was reminiscences.
tUUOurg Chronicle.
After all Adam was a formnsie man.
Eve never observed to him: "O, I for
got to tell yju, mother's coming to pay
us a niaii. next weef Aew Hawn.
News.
In the cjuntry: "And is the air
healthy in this village?" "Excellent,
monsieur, excellent One ran honnma
a centenarijn here in a little while."
Frenth Fuk
Lady I can give you a little more a
that clam phowder if you want it
Trrfmp Think you, I've had all I want
an besides tou'll need what's left t
wash.the diaies with. Life.
Yontllftll Instnnian Mammn nran't
Mr. dolmesind Mr. Lowell both absent
frornlhe citj? Mamma I believo they
are! dear. 1 B. Well, can't I call my
trousers "rants," just while they're
y-A
' .There is rot so very much difference
between a ew York Alderman and a
tramp Onewalks the street wondering
where he wil find bail, and the other
where he cai get something to eat
iMaruuon Mews.
"I notice that you call your fiancee
Mag,' Joggng. Is her name Margaret?"
"No, that if a contraction for Magnet,
Fangle." Is that her name?" "Not
at au. I call her that because she is so
attractive."-Ar. T. Mail
When therumble of the explosion at
Bayaide retched the ears of a West
chester lady, she exclaimed: "John's
been trvin' er pass that bad quartet
again downter Purdv's. He hit the
road hard tlat time. Puck.
Riley 8ipakin' of religun. me wife,
Mary Ann, s an infidel." Rafferty
"Shure an' hat's too bad. Why don't
ye git a ditorce?" Riley "On phat
grounds, Raferty?" Rafferty "On the
grounds of infidelity, av . course."
Rambler.
A young vidow in mourning for her
faithless spotse who died some weeks
before: "I; am very unhappy, she
sighed, when her friends came to con
sole with her. "But then one consola
tion remains 1 know where be passes
his nights. "-fJfrencn fun.
Jawkin Toat was a rather sudden
death of old Skinflint's. What was the
matter with am? Hawkins Economy.
The two undertakers are running each
other, and funerals are away down in
price. Old Skinflint never missed a bar
gain it his lift. Lowell Citizen.
"Jsome men, are very careless, re
marked Dumfey. "I went into a cigar
store this morning and on the showcase
lav change for a So bill, which some
oustomer had evidently forgotten." "I
say, LJumiey, wnisperea r eaineny, i
"have you got it yet?" Aew York Sun.
A young nan found a handbag at
Tuscola, fit It contained $35, and be
longed to a widow in Ant wood, and
when the young man returned it she re
warded him by marrying him the next
day. We hate to print this item. It is
such a discoumger to honesty in young
men. r-
H (who thuks he ought to say some
thing) "Haw, by the by, have you
evah heard Miss Fitz-Morris play that
little thing yon just played?" She (hav
ing just mushed ber favorite nocturne)
"No." , Het-"Haw. you ought to,
she plays it so beautifully." harper's
Bazar. -
Statra-struck Lidv ( anxiously) "Isn't
the expression a little sad? ' Litho-
fraphic artist "You vos going to daij
Micrado on der road, ain't it?
Stage-struck lady "Yes.'- Litho
graphic artist 'Vell, dot pordraid vill
pe vust like you in apout d ree voeks."
Tia-tsxis. ..rr-"" --
They were standing on the deck of a
Cunarder that runs to tne Hub. "And
what is that shining so?" she asked.
"That is the doiie of the State-house.
I was born fight in its shadow." "You
don't say ? And this is really America,
thenr" "O, dear no, this is Boston."
Alio Haven Sews.
A i..ivL tin ..my maiden had married
a geiitUv.ii.in uasued Young. "Allow
me iOCJur i uUte you ou the renewal
of your jouu:,'' said the jester after
the cetcmoay.jJS -Sir," was the frigid
and 'liguiiied response, "I fail to com
prehend rouf aieanrair." " "Why," said
tho tester, "dou't vou know your mar
riage has made you Young again?"
tUUtmrg D.spaid.
A Wilkasbarra lady has begun suit
against a marriage association at Read
ing. Pa., to recover f 1.000. In 1883
she signed a contract with the associa
tion bv which she was to receive $250
if she married within a year, $500 if the
doubling up came in two years and
$1,000 if the event did not take place
for three rears. The insured lady re
mained single for three years and then
married. When she sent in her claim
it was refused payment
Count de Lesseps is thus picturesquely
photographed by a writer in the Wash
ington Post: "The . Count was in the
best of form. His gray mustache was
well waxed and drawn out at the ends
as fine as a needle-point The Count
has a great nose which runs nearly the
whole length' of his face like ' a rabbit's
nose, and when he smiles much, which
is very often, the nose overshadows
everything else, and his little eyes peer
out Deenliirlv from a focus of wrinkles
i which seem absolutely to revel in the
i fun which brings them into play."
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SUCH AS-
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RUBBER GOODS OF ALL KINDS,
CAPS, GLOVES, &C.
Than the Same Quality of Goods Have Ever
Been Sold in this Market,
A word to the wise is suff icent
RESPECTFULLY,
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