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The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, June 26, 1914, Image 2

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HORACE DEMING
T)pb Mmmlns was only a wood
wwte and worked In the finishing
room at the big'
factory. He had
no education and
could hardly read
end write. He had
drifted through
Ute until he was
Weeding what
money he earned
carelessly, and the
future had no
shape pr
to him.
When Bow was
twentyelx a new
fnttoence entered
hie life. He fell
blindly and des
perately In love
with Minnie Car
eoa, the pretty
deeghter of the
foreman.
She had a good
education, haying
been sent te*he
Whoppetonmr.^e
seminary
gra Heating
the pBhrie-'
ambitious Md hstaoged to ilter
ary dnkn. Once she had a piece in
the Daily Palladium. It was in the
form of a oonmnhmtlon, was nearly:
a oolumn .lwg:ael-,wte signed with
her mine in full. Minnie Minerva Car
eon. It was eebtled "The Statue of
the- Wemen ei' Aeeleet Ghreeoe Com
pered With of the American
Women of Today." Bob had seen It
and treeeered the paper among 'hie
tew vehiabtes.Hadhe heard the com
ment of the editor of the Palladium,
"l dee't 1HM»W what in thunder It
meene, bttt-we've got to give the
womeo '*hpJV or down goes the cir
culation,!* he might not have felt so
meehawel
The one great thought the piece in
the paper gave Bob was that to a»
qntre this divinity he would have to
Mjfr Miiiaslf to a plane somewhat ap
illeeehlng hers. He wee confirmed la
hy ovarhearing a bit of con
en Wee Csakm and
secretary of the
'-wee -year' eweet on
:fNW they etoed iwar where Bob
WssKiw, «ffti^SSiAewd their
tell about books
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I00 New Waists
I00 New Waists
in lace and other beautiful
material just arrived, just
what you want for your nice
summer wear.
in lace and other beautiful
material just arrived, just
what you want for your nice
summer wear.
5000 Yards of
Standard Prints
All colors
Wörth up to
$10 for
of life and
a iwy
B*t hie love
A
Per yard .... OC
ognized his pässiön he set" about find
inga way to gratify it with the same
dogged persistence that had made him
the best workman In the shop. Grasp
ing the idea that learning was the
first step to put him within hailing
distance of the maiden of his choice,
he enrolled himself In a night school
and began slowly to master the rudi
ments.
In the meantime Stokes had been
Intrenching himself more and more in
Miss Carson's heart. He was hand
some, college bred, of a good family,
with a position In the best society,
drawing a good salary and with every
reason to anticipate rapid advance
ment and a liberal Inheritance. It
was altogether natural that Miss Car
son should regard him with favor.
But Bob knew that Stokes was not
all that the husband of Miss Carson
should be and he bided his time. His
opportunity cam«. He was waiting
for e. street car one day when Stokes
came down the street. Just as he was
passing Bob a woman met him. She
greeted him with a broken-hearted
cry.
"Harry, Harry," she cried. "Oh
where have you been? Why have you
deserted me?"
Stokes pulled the pathetic, weeping
creature into a hallway out of sight,
but Bob could not help hearing what
was said.
"You promised to marry me, you
know you did, a hundred, live hundred
times. And after It wee too-late you
ran away and I found that you had
lied to me and that I do not even
know your real name."
What Stokes eald was In so low a
voice Bbb did not hear It But the
woman replied:
1 don't want to he taken care of In
that way. I want en honest name for
myself and my ehUd. I can work my
ftipl off tor food and shelter, but I
wiitt an honest name and I want
yoe, Harry, because I love you."
Stokes said something else and they
went up the stairs in the office build
ing.
"Mr. Timmins."
Bob turned and encountered a white
face close to hie. It was that of Min
nie Carson. She evidently had heard
the conversation In the stairway. His
heart gave a great, triumphant leap.
"Wis that Mr. Stokes talking to
that girl In there? I came along just
after they went in. From the glimpse
I got I thought it was he. Was it?"
Bob never thought so fast in nis
lite. As he looked into the anxious
eyes and drawn face of the girl he
realised In a flash that she loved
Spikes and that the truth would
break her heart.
"No, It was not Stokes," he said
simply.
"Thank Oed," said the girl, break
ing Into a sunny smile. "Thank you
and pardon me tor my idle curiosity."
Aad she tripped lightly down the
street, leaving Bob with a
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3000 Yards of
Batiste
In all colors 4 Agi
Per yard I^G
New
Coats
Worth up to
$15 for
BOYS ARE THE LIMIT
By CLARA STACY.
"I actually hate to tell Jimmy about
it!" declared Jimmy's mother, shlv
eringly, staring at the fashionable in
vitation card with despairing eyes.
"Yes," said Jimmy's father, with
understanding. "Then he added,
"Boys certainly are the limit!"
"Jimmy's nearly fifteen," pursued
Jimmy's mother. "I don't see why
he Isn't old enough not to act like a
young savage. Whenever I make him
go to a party you would think I was
casting him Into a den of man eating
tigers, to hear him protest. He says
girls are ninnies and he'd rather play
football!"
"Seems to me," said Jimmy's fa
ther, "that I used to like to go to par
ties when I was fifteen. I can't under
stand him!"
"If I didn't stand over him," said
Jimmy's mother, "every single minute,
he'd get in his old clothes, with ten
nis shoes and a negligee shirt, and
wouldn't care! It's just awful! I'm
sure I don't know what my friends
think of me. They must have the idea
that I don't care anything about Jim
my's social progress and it's just as
important to a boy's future as It is to
a girl's! The friends that he is mak
ing now—"
"Make him go to this," advised Jim
my's father. "The Mildeeons will be
offended if you don't, and it's the right
sort of a crowd for him. It's what he
needs."
"I won't say anything about It to
him," decided Jimmy's mother, diplo
matically, -until the day before. Then
he won't have so long a time to ob
ject and make life miserable for
me!"
Jimmy's mother had occasion many
times in the ten days that followed to
be thankful for this decision, for Jim
my proved suddenly very difficult to
deal with, in spite of his ignorance
of the fate that was impending.
The boy stared gloomily out of the
window and he poured as gloomily
over the contents of his desk.
Once, to her great alarm, his moth
er found his sorting out his necktie
drawer.
"Aw, nothin'!" he growled, when she
demanded to know the reason for
this unheard-of interest in his attire.
"Can't a fellow do anything without
the whole family buzzing about his
ears? Wish't I had the money dad
put In that dress suit of mine! I
don't get any use out of It! I could
buy two or three dandy football
suits!"
Jimmy did not ask for a second
piece of chocolate pie when it came
on for dessert that night, which in It
LSfilL waa a serious, symptom of game-
V'e
THE PEOPLE'S
In all the iQf*
new shades..
New
Coats
Worth up to
$25 for
0
16 Button Gloves for only 50c
Thousands of yards of Beautiful Wash Goods on
sale at the Golden Rule at less than manafacturer's cost of
material. This is your opportunity to get your nice summer dress
for a little money. We anticipate one of the biggest wash goods businesses this week of
any this year.
4000 yards of
•Piisses
v-h* £.
5000 yards of
Finest Crepes
27c
Plain and.
figured, y,
New
Spring
Suits
Worth up to
$18 for
1.75
thing wrong. Hs scorned griddle cakes
the next morning and he said he did
not want any lunch. I
His mother felt his pulse, and in-!
sisted on looking at his tongue.
"I hope," said Jimmy's mother to
Jimmy's father, "that he won't do any
thing rash when I tell him about the I
Mikleson party. He's in such a!
dreadful humor these days that 11
don't know in the least how to han
dle him. He's likely to say he won't
go. And he's so big that I suppose he
won't—he just won't, that's all! Oh
dear, I wish he was a girl!"
When Jimmy caught his mother sew
ing a loose button on his dress coat
she quailed. He eyed the work sus
piciously, but asked no questions.
Rather, he retired to a chair in a cor
ner and moped.
Finally, the night before the party,
Jimmy's mother mustered up her cour-,
age and told him, very fast, so he,
could not interrupt. Then she waited
to hear the worst.
Her son was staring at her disbe
lievingly. "The Mikleson party!" he
repeated. "Me going to the Mikle
sons!"
That was all before he abruptly
bolted from the room. She heard him
presently whistling In his bedroom
and held her head wildly. Jimmy was
young to go Insane, but she had heard
of cases—
"Mother!" Jimmy called down.
"Don't my dress trousers need press
ing?"
"He's going to be 111!" declared his
mother to his father later. "I
know he's coming down with some
thing awful!"
All the next day Jimmy whistled and
sang and beamed and shed sunshine.
He went like a lamb to get dressed
for the party, and he threw away four
ties before he got one to suit him.
He asked his mother's advice as to
the part in his hair, and surreptitious
ly used her manicure set. By that time
Jimmy's father, too, was Impressed
and worried. His family followed
Jimmy's glittering progress to the
front door at exactly eight o'clock with
breathless anxiety.
Never had seen anything like It.
"Gee!" said Jimmy, as he folded his
neck scarf with painful precision and
carefully got into his overcoat. "I was
awfully sore all week! I thought I
wasn't asked to the Mlkleson's party,
and everyone else was talking about
going! I'm going to take Ethel," he
'added hastily and somewhat defiantly.
"Sam was going to, but when I found
I could go, too, she ditched him. She'd
rather go with me!'
He dashed out of the door triumph
antly.
"Ah!" said Jimmy's father, looking
meaningly at Jimmy's mother.
"O-o-o-ooh!" breathed Jimmy's
mother, gasing wide eyed at Jimmy's
father.
"I believe your troubles are over,"
said Jimmy's father. "Jimmy has seen
a girl on the horieoal"'
"re^wyw
1000 yards of
Fine Stripsilk
Silk Voils
Per yard
Only
39c
Worth up to
$28 for
75
A Wireless
Message From
The Dead
By F. A. MITC.HEL
We are moving so fast in scieutitic
discoveries that, lost in wonder at
what we know, we have no time to
consider what our attained knowledge
Is likely to develop in future. Foi
instance, we know that an electric
current may be transmitted without
any other medium than the atmos
phere. We also know that functions of
the body, if not electric, are a force
something like electricity.
When 1 was a boy I was constantly
finding myself saying something to a
companion who would say, "Why, I
was just about to say that myself!"
At the time I considered this a coin
cidence. Now I believe it to be a
power I possessed in receiving the
mental Impressions of others by a
sort of wireless process. I studied
medicine and became a doctor. Then
during hospital work I broke down
and, though It was between winter
and spring, was obliged to go to the
country to recoup.
I stopped at 'a house that looked
down a valley, and the tliew was un
interrupted. I used to-sit on the porch
wrapped in rugs and enjoy the view
in the sunshine. About a mile dis
tant was a house that bore evidence
of having been built in colonial times.
It was not by any means a farmhouse,
but something quite handsome. The
architecture was that peculiar style
Involving a porch with pillars.
One night 1 Was awakened by the
sound of wheels stopping right under
my window and thought. I heard some
one call "Doctor!" I raised the sash
and put my head out through the win
dow. A man In a wagon asked me If
I was a doctor, and I said I was,
whereupon he begged me to come with
him at once. I dressed myself unwill
ingly, went downstairs and got Into
the wagon with him. I asked him to
tell me about the nature of the case I
was expected to treat, but could get
nothing out of him. He seemed entire
ly absorbed in some powerful emo
tion.
We were but a few minutes in reach
ing our destination drawing up before
a house with pillars from the porch to
the roof. 1 Inferred 'that I had come
to the house about which I had so
often dreamed. The door was opened
by a woman in a sliort. petticoat full
at the hips, a kerchief across her
bosom and a dainty cap on her head.
She looked very much troubled. ,ig$
"Come upstairs," she said.
I followed her up a winding stair
case, and the woman opened a door
"Ith a glass knob. I entered the sick­
$"»** i*.i j. A
Big Bunch of:
Big Bunch of:
Summer Dresses. See
them on our second floor
Summer Dresses. See
them on our second floor
27 in. Em-
broidery
Flouncing
June sale
Per yard
New
Spring
Suits
A
45 in. Em
broidery
Flouncing
29c
Per
Yard
59c
June Sale
of Shoes
Baby Moccasins
Bare-foot Sandals
in all sizes
Children's
and wine
Sizes 2 to 8
10c
59c
shoes in tan
f!
79c
Odds and ends in ladies'
patent oxfords, values up
to S3.00. Choice per pair
98c
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a bed with lour jKi-t- surmount
ed by a mu iy. in ü.:e side of her
was a man holiMni one of her bauds
Oil the other side was young girl
holding tile oilier. These two looked
at me with that mute appeal a doctor
is so often obliged to meet.
As I drew near the bed the girl with
the invalid pulled down the bedclothes,
and I saw at once from blood stains
and temporary bandages that my pa
tient had heen wounded. 1 was not a
surgeon, but felt obliged to perform a
surgeon's part. I examined the wound
and saw that it was near the heart, so
near that wondered that the wound
ed woman lived. There was nothing
that I could do for her except bind up
the wound in a more professional man
ner and await results.
Presently I saw her gasp, and be
tween gasps she said to the man be
side her:
"You are convinced of the unjustnesa
of your suspicions?"
"Yes, yes forgive me.
"I forgive you. Goodby."
She fell back dead.
Amid a wail of those present I re
tired from the rooiffr Notwithstand
ing the tragical circumstances, I could
not but notice the costume of those
in the house. "What singular per
sons!" I said to myself. "Not content
with living in a colonial house, they
adopt the colonial costume." This
was especially marked In their collars,
which were like those I had seen in
pictures of America's early settlers. 1
was ushered out by the woman who
received me and driven back to my
home, where I went to bed, remaining
half awake, half asleep, for the rest
of the night.
Now, there was something uncanny
about my visit, and I hesitated to talk
about it to those in the house. I asked
if any of the family had heard a wag
on stop before the bouse during the
night, but no one had heard any such
sound. This Induced me to maintain
a reserve about my visit Presently
I ventured to ask who lived In the
house with pillars and was told that
no one lived there. It had been un
occupied for many years. The last
tenant had vacated some thirty years
before. I asked if anything peculiar
had taken place there, but no one had
heard of anything unusual. But be
fore returning to the city I beard
from a very old resident of the region
there was a legend that long before
the Revolution a murder had been
committed there. A man in a tit of
jealousy had stabbed his wife.
And now in this second decade of
the twentieth century I have come to
believe that the scene I witnessed took
place as I saw it many years ago:
that It was stored somewhere It may
be In some soul across the border,
possibly one of the participants who
flashed it to me by some such process
as wireless operator will flash a
message from one side of the world to
another.
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