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A JlPubluhedWeekly 1 A _ T . Hjinnetoto. Stkte Vol. XIX.—No. 27. SCENE: A small town in Northern West Virginia. Parker had just sold the house with the grocery store, in which he and his wife had lived and toiled during forty-one years. A new grocery, containing many articles formerly not obtainable in the town, had been opened near Parker’s, and commenced to be largely patronized. The new concern wanted Parker’s site and had made him such a good offer for the property, that Par ker, who was getting old, had sold it to them. Parker had made and saved money while in business. Before his daughter Annie had died at the age of seventeen, the pleasant ways of the young girl had lent an air of cheerfulness to the little store; but, later on, the sedate, almost morose demeanor of Parker and his wife, both of whom tended to the store, had changed the aspect considerably. The Parkers had two sons. Alfred, the favorite of his parents, had been a handsome and talented boy, who at the age of ten, had been sent to relatives in Philadelphia, where he attended high school and afterwards college. He be came a lawyer, succeeded in getting a good clientelle, married into a high and aristocratic New York family, to which city he then moved, and was the pride of his parents. Tom, the younger son, never showed much ability. He attend ed the common school in his home town, and even there he was most of the time at the foot of his class, much to the disgust and vexation of his mother. When he was fourteen years old, his father wanted to make him clerk in his store; but Tom felt no in clination for indoor work, and begged to be allowed to choose seme occupation at which he could work at in the open air. After much wrangling, the par ents, with ill-concealed aversion, told him they did not care much what be came of him, and raised no obstacle when Tom had managed to obtain em ployment with a vegetable gardener in New Jersey. -f In the course of the years, Alfred had visited his parents live or six times for a day or two. He came to the funeral of his sister Annie, bringing a costly wreath for the bier. Tom did not come but wrote a condoling letter and sent a self-made wreath of forget-me-nots. About eight years ago he unexpectedly appeared at his home. He had become a strong, healthy and good-looking man, and told his parents that he was about to marry a pretty but poor orphan girl. “You had better give up that foolish idea,” remonstrated his father. “A fine fellow like you can always get a girl with a few thousand dollars, which would start you in a business of your own.” “But Lucy is such a sweet and good girl, father 1 We love each other dearly, and she has my promise which I shall never break. There is a good but sadly neglected little farm near our place, which can be bought for 82,500. There is a mortgage of 82,000 on it. The owner says this can remain on the place, and that I can have it by paying 850000 cash which is exactly the amount I have saved. But it would require another 8500.00 to get the farm in working order, and I thought you might help me ” I- I “Don’t get that notion into your head,” interrupted the father. “I am not going to give money to a son who disregards my wishes. But I tell you what I will do. If you will come home, take charge of the store, and attend strictly to business, I shall not object to even a poor daughter-in-law.” Tom declared he could not do that and, not being pressed to remain, re turned to New Jersey the same even ing, and his parents had not seen him since. 1 — The old folks had all their furniture removed to a storage. They had turned house and merchandise over to JTbeir jfavorite Son* STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, JANUARY 18, 1906. the new owner, and stood on the other side of the street, taking a last look at what had been their home for more than four decades. “Do not look so sad, Dan,” said Mrs. Parker. “We will go to a hotel for a day, and then we go to New York, to our Alfred, and give him a great sur prise. Just think how pleased he and his wife will be! Of course, they’ll not let us go away any more, but will in* sist that we stay with them for good. And we shall do so, too! Where else in the world can we feel as comfort able as with dear Alfred and his family ? And you, Dan ? Why, I can picture our two grandchildren climbing on your knees, pulling away at your gray whiskers, and calling you grandpa, dear! Won’t that be nice?” “Yes, yes, mother,” replied her hus band, enthusiastically; “it will all be as you say, and I shali enjoy it immensely. And you mustn’t think that I feel sad. Of course, it is not so easy fop us old folks to tear ourselves away from a life we have been accustomed to for so long a time; but then Alfred and his wife and children will make up for all that.” Early the next morning the old couple were at the station. Only once or twice since their marriage had they been away from home, and even then no farther than Wheeling. No wonder, therefore, that they considered the eleven hours journey a great event. Dressed in good but out-of-date clothes —Mrs. Parker actually wore her wed ding dress —innumerable boxes and parcels under their arms, the two old worthies presented a rather ludicrous appearance; but the good-natured ex pression on their faces quickly gained them the sympathy of the conductor and of the passengers. Snugly depos ited in a double 6eat, all their parcels heaped in front of them, the Parkers soon felt at home, and passed the long hours by picturing to themselves the unbounded joy Alfred and wife would exhibit when they unexpectedly entered their home that evening. When about an hour’s ride from New York, the conductor announced a sta tion, the name of which the old folks recognized as that of the place where their son Tom lived: Only about six weeks ago they had received a letter from Tom announcing the birth of another baby—the third. “What do you say if we pay a visit to Tom, wife?” asked Mr. Parker. “A visit to Tom ? Indeed not! How did that idea enter your head ? Did Tom ever give us pleasure? No, no, we’ll go to Alfred who loves us.” “Well, just as you say, mother,” was Parker’s meek reply. “I only thought that he too is our son, and while he has not given us much pleasure, we sureiy have never done anything for him.” But they looked eagerly out of the window when they came to the well kept little station, and could not help admiring the pleasant surroundings of the place. On reaching New York, the Parkers took a cab and were driven to a hand some residence near Central Park. A servant came out and said that his master could receive no strangers that evening, as he was expecting a large company. “That’s all right, my good man. We are his parents. Just help us in with our packages.” The servant looked with astonish ment at the old couple, but did as he was bid. When he opened the front door, a little boy and ggd were just coming down the stairs with their governess. “There you are, my sweet darling,” cried Mrs. Parker, lifting up the boy and embracing him tenderly, tho the little fellow fought desperately against this procedure. “Please, Mam,” remonstrated the governess, taking the child out of the old woman’s arms, “this is a rather “IT VS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” strange action on the part of a lady we have never seen, and which 1 cannot tolerate.” * “But we are the grandparents!” “No, no!” shouted the little ones; “they are not our grandparents. Our grandparents are real nice, and wear fine clothes!” Meanwhile the governess had opened the reception room and asked the vis itors to step in, which they did. They soon heard the slamming of doors and whispered but excited conversation in the hall, and their son entered the room, both his hands outstretched in welcome. “I’m so glad to see you, dear father and mother! But why didn’t you write, so we could have been prepared ? My wife’s birthday is today and we ex pect company. Of course, you must feel awfully tired after your journey, and I have given orders that a room be made ready for you on the top floor where noise cannot reach you. Supper shall be served to you there, and I shall comb up occasionally and see that nothing is wanted. Just ex cuse me a minute. I will step out and bring in my wife and the children.” And they all came in presently. Mrs. Alfred Parker, superbly dressed, con descendingly held out her fingertips to her husband’s parents, and pretended to be delighted to see them. Even the children, having received their orders, now slowly came up and permitted themselves to be kissed, but became more interested when old Parker hand ed them box after box filled with candy, nuts, figs, etc., which he had retained, expressly for this purpose, from the stock of his former store,. But the children’s pleasure was short-lived; for their mother took all the sweets away from them, saying that such cheap stuff was always adulterated, and not good for their health. When her husband noticed the pained expression of his parents, he quickly hurried them up stairs to their room, under the pretense that they must feel very tired, and then went back to his wife. “That is a nice mess,” said the fashionable lady. “The worst thing ! that happened to me in all my life. 1 It’s almost impossible to be polite to such vulgar-looking people.” “Oh, everybody is not descended from such a lofty family as yours!” was Al- ! fred’s irritated reply. “But I admit that it is awfully annoying, and we must get rid of them somehow; even if all of us have to go to some watering place. A pretense is easily found, and my parents will never be the wiser.” “I really do not know what to do this evening; for I certainly dare not introduce them to my refined parents and to our other guests.” “Don’t worry about that; I have at tended to that matter. Father and mother will remain in their room all evening.” “That is some consolation,” ad mitted his spouse, and soon after both were busy welcoming the arriving guests. The old couple were sitting in their lonely room. Plenty of good things to eat and to drink had been sent them by their adored son, who had come up in person several times and told them to make themselves at home. The old folks hardly touched the meal; but kept looking at each other in utter amazement, while the laughter and the clinking of glasses down stairs grated on their ears. Old Parker shoved his plate with its hardly touched contents away from him, sighed and said: “Well, mother, we wanted to surprise, but now we are the surprised ones. Perhaps we are coun trified—out of place in New York— but Alfred might have shown a little love for his old parents. I’m dumb founded! Can you stand this another day ? I shall try to do so, if you can.” The old lady, who all the time had hardly been able to keep the tears out of her eyes, now burst out crying and i threw herself into her husband’s arms. The second morniDg after that they were again on a train —homeward- i bound. Their son and his wife had i been profuse in pressing them to stay; • but the old folks felt only too well their HUlhich are Vou? [ H|nN|§HEBE are two kinds of people on earth today, i % B X Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. ' ft m Not the sinner and saint, for ’tis well understood ' The good are half bad and the bad are half good. • Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man’s wealth I You must first know the state of bis conscience and health, i Not the humble and proud, for iu life’s little span, | Who puts on vain airs Is not counted a man. i 1 Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years I I Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears. 1 1 No; the two kinds of people on earth that I mean 1 1 mi Are the people who lift and the people who lean. ,' Wherever you go you will find the world’s masses 1 1 Are always divided In just these two classes. ■ | And oddly enough, you’ll And, too, I ween, 1 1 There Is only one lifter to twenty who lean. 1 1 In which class are you? Are you easing the load ' ] Of overtaxed lifters who toll down the road? , 1 Or are you a leaner, who lets others bear 1 1 Your portion of labor and worry and care? !' —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. insincerity, and were hardly able to bid them good-by without giving them a piece of their mind. When they neared the station where their son Tom lived, both the old folks, without ever having talked on the sub ject, commenced together up their be longings, and soon found themselves on the station’s platform. “Thomas Parker? Yes, sir, I can direct you to his place,” said a station hand upon being questioned. “It’s only live minutes walk from here. Just turn to your left .at. the second coxaflr,.and you will see a large garden with two small greenhouses. That’s his place.” And there they went and found a large garden, surrounded by a plain fence stood a little wooden five-room dwelling, newly whitewashed. The house door was hardly large enough to admit a tall person; but snow-white muslin curtains were on all the win dows, and the house was literally sur rounded by tall, fragrant rosebushes, and several large fruit trees and a vine covered arbor were in the immediate vicinity. The entire place presented a peaceful, almost idyllic appearance. When old Parker opened the little gate, a small boy in much-patched knickerbockers, bare feet, blonde hair and smiling face stood before him. “What is your name?” “Thomas, sir.” “And yours V” asked Mrs. Parker of a little girl, also blonde, and also smil ing, who had come running towards them, and who much resembled their dead daughter Annie. “My name is Annie,” said the girl. “Will you lead us to your parents ?” “Sure, we will!” shouted both, and the little girl took hold of the old man’s hand, and the little boy bravely took that of the old lady, and the march to the house began. “In the little vine arbor sat a young woman with an infant in her arms. She was dressed in a plain calico dress which had often been washed. Her face, which was very pretty, showed the traces of reconvalescence after ill ness. Nearby a tall man was engaged in digging a flower bed. The young woman almost dropped her baby for surprise when the old couple came in sight. For her husband had already flung aside his spade, and held both the old folks pressed lovingly to his breast. “Father, mother! Oh you did come to me after all! Oh, I am so happy, oh so happy!” “Hurrah for grandpa!” shouted the little boy, who quickly guessed the purport of his father’s joy. Grandfather Parker involuntarily raised his hat. He was touched by the spontaneous outburst of joy and pleas ure. And then he looked into the smiling face of the young woman who had come up with the infant on her arms, and he felt the warm clasp of his daughter-in-law's hand. “The roses will soon be on her cheeks again,” thought the old man, thinking of his handsome savings, part of which, Terms- J tt-OOper year, inadvance i EnMo.j glx jfon&g go centg no doubt, would be of excellent use to Tom in his business. “Grandmother Parker soon found herself with the lately born baby in her arms, smothering the lively little bit of humanity with her kisses. She was overjoyed by the expression of love and welcome with which they had been received. “God be thanked that we are here!” she murmured between crying and laughing. And once more she bent over her blonde grandchild and kissed him tenderly—-like as if she wouldhawe begged forgiveness of him. 1680. Clean Sport. THE desire to win, so predomi nant m the American nature, has apparently been harmful, in no small degree, to the cause of clean Bport. The idea is to win at any cost. The practices resorted to by many athletic leaders are pure and simple dishonesty. One would naturally expect that a college football team would be composed strictly of amateurs, and that the college author ities would be last to introduce pro fessionals into the game simply to have a winning team. But as a matter of fact, as recent disclosures have shown, many so-called amateur players are provided with positions, and their way through college made easy, so that they may play the game. The football game is a paying prop osition, to the athletic committee of a university. One has only to see the enormous crowds that attend the games, and to know the price of admission, to realize that the gate receipts must be extremely large. But the public at tends a college football game under the impression that it is an amateur performance. Once that they realize that they are watching a lot of pro fessionals, and their interest will lag. Take baseball as an example. Only enthusiasts and gamblers and small boys attend the baseball games regu larly. For people realize that, altho the players nominally form the St. Paul team, or the Minneapolis team,or whatever the case may be, they are really collected from the four corners of the country. And the way the scores are juggled is enough to disen chant any true lover of sport. Porfessionalism spoils any game. People like to see their sons, or broth ers, or cousins engage in friendly combat, with other sons, or brothers, or cousins. But they have comparative ly little interest in watching one combi nation of salaried sports compete with another. So the promoters of the game of football, while pretending to remain amateur, introduce professionalism on the quiet. And why ? Because, in or der to enjoy large gate receipts, they must have a winning team. The pub lic loses interest in a team that is con tinually losing. And the athletic department of the universities must be supported. Truly the outlook is gloomy for clean sport A. D. Anao.