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Termlnu Not Dependable.
Lincoln was once approached
with a Miliomo by some peace
milkers who thought they had hit
upon a means of ending the trouble
with the South. Ho listened with
patience, and said that, while it
(icemed possible to bridge over the
trouble between the two sections,
he had doubts about the good faith
of the Cdhfcdoracy in the trans
action. To illustrate his point, he
' told a story of a churchman named
Brown, who, elected a chairman of
a committee to plan a bridge over
a dangerous stream, said his
friend Jones, an architect, could
do the work. Jones, when sent for,
told the committee he could, if de
sired, build a bridge from here to
the infernal regions. The com
mi t tee thought this remark sacii-
ligious,- and said so, whereupon
Brown, feeling that Jones' reputa
tion rested with him, arose and
said:
"Gentk'inen, I have known Mr.
Jones some years, and have such
faith in his judgment, ability and
resources, that if he said he could
build a bridge to hades, I'd believe
him but gentlemeri I confess I
might have some doubts about the
security of the abutment on the
other sidi?." Philadelphia Leader.
I'rictidnhip of Twenty Year Ago,
For over 20 eventful years MaU'
rice Fitzgerald, a Burns, Ore., law
yer and ex-seout among the Indians
and Colonel Frank J. Parker, the
ex-scout on General Howard's staff,
and editor, had never met until
Monday morning, when they ran
into each others arms quite by ac
cident on Alder street.
"This is Frank Parker, isn't it?"
asked Fitzgerald.
''Well I'll be scalped!" ejaculated
Parker. It's Fitz." He had no
difficulty in recognizing his former
tillicum in numerous hot brushes
with the Indians in the Harney
Valley country and elsewhere.
And the two friends immediately
adjourned to a corner to renew ac
quaintance. Parker said that he
heard his friend was dead, and.Mr.
Fitzgerald seproached him for say
ing so.
' Parker and Fitzgerald saw each
' other the last time when the bullets
from the rifles in the hands of In
dians were knocking alkali dust
up into their faces. That was in
the vicinity of Birch Creek. The
scouts became separated and drifted
into different sections of the coun
try. "Many's the weary day that we
spent in the saddle looking for red
skins," remarked Mr. Fitzgerald.
"As we rode along over the trail
we became less cautious on the
lookout, and Parker and I recited
to each other all the poetry that
we had ever learned. It whiled
away the time to hear Parke re
cite 'Excelsior!' to the accompani
ment of the bwit of the horses' j
hoofs and the jingle of spurs. Once
we had been on the skulk for
nearly a week, with insulhcient
food. We were dead tired and
hungry. The horses needed hay.
We rode along and came to a set
tler's cabin. There wad nobody at
home. In the barn was good hay
and plenty of it. In the cabin
were provisions and a good soft
fpqtVi(.T lP(l u4li('Vl rot .vj.-an i ,wl r. I
us the very acme of luxury at that
moment. We decided that though
we might perish for the act we
would make ourselves at home, if
all the Indians in the country
came and attacked us. We fed
the horses, cooked a big meal, and
turned in for 12 hours' solid sleep.
Next morning, much refreshed, we
had breakfast and departed. With
in two hours after we had left, the
place was in possession of the red
skins. They had burned the place
to the ground, and when we re
turned a lively skirmish was in
progress. The Indians were given
to all sorts of knavish, cunning
work. Sometimes when they did
not totally destroy a place they
would literallly turn a cabin up
side down and leave it standing on
its roof. They would also set out
a table from an unfortunate set
tler's cabin, place the plates and
saucers on it, and pour coal oil in
to each dish, placing dried fruit in
the oil."
HOPE ON, TOIL ON.
Oh, my brothw, sr you wuryt "71
Dost On wiy letm lot uid drear? Z
That lesds Up to th nw r fcj
You have pictured In your drennut a
Ib your portion one of sorrow? V M.
Yet be brave and try to borrow
From the glory of the morrow
That beyond your vlalon ilumi.
'4
"Nevert" Coaee the wall of "never," i
For mankind move on forever .J
Vp the highway of endtavor '
To the height! that onward glow.
There It no room for despairing, , 4
iui uir action ana ror asnng,
And for helping and upbearing
On another u we go.
fVtU!
Oh, my brother, otie complaining;
Bd, the night oJf wrong la waning,
Ar.J the king of Hffhi s reigning.
And tho flag of hope's unfurled, '
There are evils left fur righting,
There are battles left for righting,
There are beacons left for lighting,
Lo illuminate tha world.
Better days are breaking o'tr u.
From the rearing goal before, ua,
We can hear a Joyoua chorus
en
Watted o'r the year to be.
Through the porta!, open swinging.
Notes of sweet and rapturous singing
Down the Future's aisles are ringing
From the anthems of the free.
J. A. EiigiTton, In Dtnver News.
" II 7 ELL," she said, gaj ly, a the
YY stretched one hand toward
him, while in the other she still held
hie card, "what a genuine surprise! I
thought you were honeymooning in
the hills. Congratulations! But why
haven't you brought your bride? And
why didn't you send me-cards? But
you always were a careless boy!"
He held her hand a minute, search
ing her face for some igu of chagrin.
But a mocking smile was all that
greeted him.
"There weren't any cards," he said,
somewhat hurriedly; "I was in town,
and I supposed you'd see me now that
it is all over with. Besides you know
it happened without "
"Cards?"
"Preparation. The fact is, I hadn't
Intended hadn'V but it's all over
now! How are you? You look Just
the same. Betty!"
"Why it's only a year since but sit
down! Won't you have some tea? Do!
But how nice of you to call! And only
three days married! Then you didn't
go away, a the papers said?"
."No; we took a train for town, in
tending to go to the Berkshires next
day. But she that is, Mrs. Brown,
you know had never been to the Wal
dorf, and she found it so absorbing
that I haven't been able to tear her
away."
"Just fancyl You take two lumps,
don't you? It seems so odd! Yousee,
I've never met anybody that knew her.
She's lived off there in the countrjr,
hasn't she? Is she pretty?"
"She's a dear little girl, Beauty
Betty, I mean. Ha, hn! I wasn'tquite
sure you'd see me at first. But it was
a little bit Jull this morning, and I
said to myself: 'I'll chance it! Betty
was always a good sort, and now that
everything is ended why ' Thanks."
"Is she pretty?" -
"She's a blonde, you know. Yes,
I never liked blondes, but she is quite
fair. Not dark at all not a bit like
you!"
"No blondes usually aren't dark,
are they? What did you say hername
was?"
"Harriet."
"Oh, dear me! But, of course, you
have some pet name? You were al
ways very clever at improvising."
"No, I just call her Harrie she pre
fers it. And she she calls me
Charles."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, Chub! Not
really?"
"Yes she's a dignified sort of girl
serious, high church, and all that! A
dear girl! We'd known -each other
tince we were kids. Why. I knew her,
Beauty, before I met you!"
"Yes? You never told me."
"Well, you see 1 never thought of
her except as the little girl next door.
And then well, you'kmjw, Betty, 1
never thought of anyone but you
then."
She fingered his card nervously,
thinking, tnppingthe bit of pasteboard
oguinn her rii;g.c. Her tea was untest
ed. He drank his feverishly.
"I suppose" she said. "I hope those
letters of mine they they they
are "
"I burned them the night before
before it happened."
"Oh!"
"It was queer. I knew I was going
to U n.arried next day. but I read
tome e.f them over, and over and over
Hfrain! it was !il;e opening a grave. It
began to hurt, I had to stop and dump
them r II in the fire."
"Hi s t place for them, Chub! It was
all a c'reiiin." ,
".Sh-h-h!"
"We should have been dreadfully un
happy!" 'Tnhappy?"
"Yes you were jealous and flared
U "
"And you flirted"
"Ha, ha! You fancied so "
"Ah don't lull- lL that n.mv Tlattv!
It's not necessary. You cared no
more for me than "
"I cared fur no one else in the
world. That's all! But w hat's the use
of all this, ( hub? I haven't seen you
for more than a year then I read of
your marriage, then your card comes
up three days after. And instead of
telling me of the perfections of your
oriue. mi "fRm to quarrel with me.
just like rid limes. N w tell me nil
about il! Ut'renice? lint, i f n.t:v:
she is. Yen wrf shvavs sr. rr'J,.t.irrt
No other sort of girl would cttrnct
yru "
"Y-:u t'rr.'J vnt'eri tanc' Ter tin:
er 1 - V:U-. Har-v- ,-;
Ihis post-nuptial
CALL
li 1
'1 ia't wry. u icr, n:.ta
you threw me when we quarrolsd
I suffered terribly for a time. I was
willing to put my pride under my feet
a thousand times. I wanted to just
come back and ask you to forgive
me-"
"But you never cams." i j' X
"I wrote, asking you "
"Ah, yes; but that is so different.
When you've insulted agirll"
"Insulted! Why, Hetty"
"Yes; your suspicions were insult
ing. And that evening you said you
said"
"1 didn't know what I was saying."
"Well, let's drop it now. Chub. Tell
me how It all happened. Did you fall
In love right away with her .'
"I never fell in love. Can't you un
derstand, Beauty? Her folks and
mine lived beside each other In the
country for years. We grew up there
played together! When I began to
mope around home after you that au
tumnwhy it was natural she and I
should meet again. We walked and
drove, and played tenuis aud rowed
on the river after dinner or took out
the canoe."
"H-h-huh?"
"Then I told her about you."
"You did!"
"I'd have gone mad if I hadn't told
someone. She was sorry. She took
my part she thought "
"I suppose she'd object to your calling-"
"Fudge! She's not that kind of a
girl."
"If Bhe knew that you were here!
Ua. ha!"
"Foiif ! Now don't try to be funny,
Betty."
"Funny! But for her you'd have
come buck, that time."
"What timer
"Oh, you know! But she was one
:f those clever, mouse-colored girls
I know them."
"Come back! How could I conio
back? You returned my letters! Do
you remember? When l saw your
handwriting acros3 the big white en
velope I was afraid to open it. think'
ing perhaps you had said '('nine!'
I took it out in the boat one evening
and opened it. She wan rowing. My
own letter fell out. I felt h. rriljly
cut up. I I my God! I believe I
cried! She was like a sister to me.
Told me it wasn't worth it. I was
going to kill myself! She comforted
me she advised me!"
"Ah, yes I see."
".She begged me to promise not to
write to you agnin told me to he n
man! Then I waited two weeks more,
and I told her I would write- you
once more and then end it if you
didn't answer. That letter that let
ter! How could you have "
"What?"
"Again came your writing on the
envelope, and ngnin I carried it in
my pockvY until I sat with her in
the boat. I said to her: 'This ends
it! If she has not answered me, I
shall never think of her ag.:in so
help mr (iod! She shall not muke
me suffer so!' "
"And you you read it?"
No; she said to me: l es, you
will write to her. You will go on
forever at that girl's feet. You hr.ve
no pride. You love her. You will
open it and find youT own letler
and nnd weep!' 1 threw the let
ter acros:-; the boat into her hip. 'You
are mistaken,,' I said; 'you o; en it
do what you please with it, I'm
through!' In a minute she had torn
it in two and thrown it over the
side. The envelope opened as jt
floated on the still water, and then
saw and she saw my own writ
ingmy own letter! That was the
end! That night I asked her to be
my wife."
"Ah-h-hi, That was it! I am so
glad!"
"(Had! glad! What do you mean?
Clad that you1 broke my heart?"
She leaned over and put her
hand on his. Her fingers were
trembling and her face vva white.
"I mean. Chub, that on the last
page of the letter you said; '(jive
me just one chance to see you again!
AY rite me just one word" Tome!" ' "
"Yes I know it by heart!"
. "Well, I wrote it, right under your
signature; just thajt word 'Come!'
Don't yousee? I wanted you to come
back V I "
A filcnce fell over them. She stilt
tapped the card against her rings.
Her eyes were full of (ears. He
looked away from her. his gaze grop
ing the wall, his face gray.
He gulped .something in his throat.
A piano-organ began to play in the
street outside a merciful relief from
the stillness.
"You haven't told me, Chub," she
said, "is is she pretty?"
"She's blond, you know," he said;
"I never particularly cared for
blondes. She's she's a dear girl,
though! I I Good-by, Betty!"
"Good-by, Chub!"
"Good-by!"
"Good-by!"
The hall door shut softly as she
stood listening. There was a quick
step over the pavement and the
; slam of a cab door. Tiic strains of
j the piano-organ rose magnificently
into the high closing notes of the
j "Intermezzo."
She looked into the mirror with
(eyes that shone triumphantly through
tears. town topics.
The Cosduetor floored.
Conductor Let's see. Did I get
your ticket?
Smart Passenger-'es, sir; you took
it np at MontalvrT and punched
out of it.
"I beg your pardon, sir; but it isn't
customary on local tickets to punch
out the psssenger's destination." Los
Angeles Herald.
Thlnije Overlooked.
What the world needs' just now is
a physical training course that will
recognize the dish pan and t!Te wood
box. Atchison Globe.
Quite a number of families are
preparing to npeiid the winter
over at Agency plains, anil nonic
Rood big tracts of land aro being
ploughed and Bowed to gram. A
couple of miles cast of tbo Plains,
Walter Parish has recently broken
150 acres of land, and this bo will
sow to rye. Ho believes that
country will produeo a lino crop of
grain, and is preparing to farm
several large tracts. Over on the
Agency Plains proper there are
numerous patches of ploughed
land, and lust season sevural tracts
were sown to grain; these came
np and looked very promising of a
good yield, but tbo jack-rabbits
literally denuded the tracts of
every vystigo of .the green stalk
However, the western farmer is
not the kind of man to bo balked
by a matter of this kind, and witl
in a few years we may see that
country ono of the most prosperous
farming communities in the state.
shwood Prospector.
COl UHSANI) I'OLDK iX CIIIM)
UKX. UccouitiiviiilHtloii ol Hell Known
Chicago rhvsleluiit
I use and prescribe Cliiiiuborlum's
Cough Remedy (or almost all obsti
nate, coast ricted coughs, with direct
results. I prescribe it to children ot all
ages. Am glad to recommend it to
all in need ami seeking relief from
colds and coughs ami bronchial nlllic
tious. It is nou-nnrcotic nnd safo in
the IhukIb ol tliu most unprofessional.
A universal panacea (or nil mankind.
Mks. Maky It. Mki.ksuy, SI. 1),
Ph. IX, Chicago, III. This remedy is
lor sale by all druggists.
Estray Notice.
Grizzly, Nov. 6, 1002.
Camo to my place about th
middle of October. One red three
year old cow marked with split .in
right and underbit in left car,
branded big circle on right hip.
Owner will please call and pay
charges and remove same from my
premises or the animal will he sold
according to law.
H. L. Mo.NTHO.MKRY.
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