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DREAMLAND. He could neTer remember Jut how he explained his conduct outside, but his apologies were readily accepted. And then came the greatest triumph of all, when the girl took the poem he had returned and handed It to him. "If you care for It, Mr. Vanders," she said, "you may have It. While I was writing It I wished It might be sung." So Vanders took the poem home with him. und for a week burled himself lu his room. Time after time berewrote the music.. He worked day and night unceasingly, feverishly. Bars of mu- Ilere make we our own laws, our love, lc, crying, sobbiug, wulliiig, burst our life; from the piano In his room. Grotesque No loophole here for boredom, storm or strains and combinations of notes true. Dreams of the night; oh, darling dreams of mine, Which only vanish with the morning ! smne; Dear Fancy's Realm, wherein I love to roam During the quiet hours my fairy borne. Here all are free, all joyous, all serene Who in this kingdom live. No cloud is seen, Terish the weary common-sense of day; Too many hours we sigh beneath its sway. Give your Imagination rein, and rise. Attaining to the goal you highest prize. For this dear Dreamland none can take awny. It Is our own long aa our pulses play. Cares the day brings, but I will ne'er complain, If, kindly Night, you'll bring my dreams again. London Vanity Fair. e i OLD FAVORITES 1 a. t- e-t .t. I I I II For Want of Love Still ringing in his ears were the notes of the great pipe organ and the voice of the singer as they - blended In the grand melody. Never before to-day's matinee had he beard It sung with quite that wonderful beauty. It was "The Holy City." The man at the ticket office nodded familiarly at htm, but Vanders did not see him. He was still thinking of the song he had Just heard. Outside, on the walk, a lounger was humming the catchy air of a ragtime melody. Van ders clenched his flat as be heard It. It was his latest production, already fast winning its way to popularity. He hated It with -all his heart. It was ' not even fit to be called a song when compared with "The Holy City." For It was Vanders great ambition to write a song some day to which peo ple would listen with the same' rever ence they gave to "The Holy City." He bad written successful ragtime music, might be beard through his window, sometimes In the evening, sometimes a few minutes before daybreak Tben oue day the song was finished. For the last time he played It over on the piano, softly humming the words. Somehow It failed to satisfy him. Per haps it was the constant practice that hud made him tire of it; perhaps he bad not reached his Ideal. He arranged with a noted singer to produce It at the vaudeville house the following week. Then, he called on Miss Merton and invited her to attend the theater with blm. She was there to hear the music for the first time. The girl was radiant that eveulng, More than once John Vanders caught HEN at last thn son PndPd himself staring admiringly at her. Once John Vanders walked slowly 8ue unexpectedly turned her bead and ant. of thP vmiiWUlo thtpr Kueu Biraigui ai mm Willi iier orown eyes, it maae mm tnmn oi some perfect chord of music, that throbbed and throbbed through his heart Suddenly the pipe organ began to play a new air, softly, sweetly. It was their song. "It's ours," he told her, "yours and mine. She looked at bis face, all aglow with expectancy, and down In her heart she feared. His hand, nervously roving over the arm of bis seat, touch ed hers and closed about It. So, hand In hand, like two children, they sat through the song. And when it was ended and the meager applause came tardily she felt the hand of the man quiver In disappointment. The song had failed. Slowly and silently they walked out of the theater. Not till they were In the carriage did John Vanders speak, "It lacks something," he said; "it lacks something; I don't know what. "Yet It was almost" she stumbled sxS,t I about for a word "almost grand,1 XT 1 .1 "Almoat!" Ha turned unlv tn- - .,1 U- MA ottaII n lit- 0.1!.. -A , t. .- I noiu uro as toh au unci ihiiuic no ,CV. I JjJTi iZLiZl mediocre. I tell yon It failed." The girl drew her Dreatn snarpiy. She was not In the habit of having men speak roughly to her. John Vanders divined at once that he had hurt the girl, and It came to him with overpowering suddenness that her friendship was all he had left. With the warm Impulsiveness that characterized him, he took ber hand. "I beg your pardon," he said, grave. ly. "I did not mean to wound you, but the song meant so much to me." "And to me," said the girl. "I know," he answered; "It was half yours. "O, I didn't mean that," she. said, softly. "But I was sorry for your sake." He leaned toward her. and had heard hundreds applaud It. "Alice." he said, "there Is one thin But he longed to compose sometnmg i WOnld rather possess than all the sue better, nobler, grander. I cess the song could possibly have As he walked up the street now, brought me. . It Is your love." there was a half formed melody ring- i am glad," she whispered, "that ing in his head. If he only had words the song failed if my love can take that would do justice to the air he the place of its success." might yet fulfill his great ambition. It was well after midnight when "If I were living In a story," he John Vanders reached his room. On mused, "instead of In real life, a poem his face there was no mark of the fall- with words of wonderful grandeur ure. Instead be was radiantly happy. would spring to my brain." . Without a second's delay he seated And then, without warning of any himself at his desk with a pile of mu- ktud, a sheet of paper fluttered to the sic ruled paper before him. One note walk at bis feet. Mechanically he pick- followed another In rapid succession ed it up; almost unconsciously he read I till the first few strains were done. the writing upon it. With a dull and Then he rose and played the air on the uncomprehending knowledge that his piano. It was the music of which be poem had come to him at last, be stood had dreamed there in the middle of the walk, read- Daylight had flooded the room before lng It again and again. It was just he finished, but when at last he rose Little Orphant Annie. Little Orphant Annie's come to our bouse to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, au' brush the crumbs away. Au' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' duct the hearth au' sweep, Au' make the lire, au' bake the bread, an' earn ber bourd au' keep; An' all us other children, when the sup per things is dune. We set around the kitchen fire an' has the most est fuu A'liEt'niu' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about. At the gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out! ' for placing the boys were made wnlie Smith was advertising bis attendance at a well-known coaching house In Lon don: and that the amount to be paid for the two lads was l!0 a year each. the exact sum hi consideration of wblch Mr. Snawley made over bis two wretched little stepsons to the oily Squeers. The description of the awful dun at Cotberstoue, with Its wolf-eyed "pupils" starving on putrid meat, aud clad In workhousa clothing, with wooden clogs; the tyranny and 111- usuge, the utter absence of moral con trolall this Is pathetic In the ex treme." The1 brothers, after spending two years In this hopeless misery, were rescued owlngto the casual visit of an uncle. It is Interesting to recall that James, who was taken as pupil by his father, who was theu rexldent engineer at the Loudon dock works, and bad as new companion Bidder, the Calculat ing Boy, became president of the lusti tution of civil engineers In 1881. f -' 1 ntmtttr Onct they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers, , An' when he went to bed at mht away upstairs. His Mummy heered him holler, an' his Daddy heered him bawl, An' when they turnt the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the rafter room. an' cubbyhole an press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thlst his - pants an roundabout, An' the gobble-uus '11 git you Ef you . Don't Watch Out! I" ". " t i mi i i.j ratrt ihhhhh ''1 'YOU HAVK SOMETHl' OF MIKE." such a thought as he wished to set to music, just- "I beg your pardon," said a voice, "but I believe you have something of mine." John Vanders looked up quickly. In the doorway of the house stood a girl of perhaps twenty. One glance was enoughto show that she was pretty. he breathed a sigh of relief. After all bis work he had finally accomplished something at least self-satisfying. They sat at the theater one evening soon afterward, both happy, both filled with hop. Once more the great pipe organ began to play. Once more, as he had done before, the man said: "It's ours, yours and mine." Then the first An' one time a little girl 'ud alius laugh an' crin. An' make fun of ever'one an' all her blood an' kin; An' onct, when they was "company. an ole folks was there. She mocked 'em an shocked 'em, an turnt to run an' hide. They was two great big Blaek Things a-btandin by her side. An' they Biiatched her through the ceilln 'fore she knowed what she s about. An' the gobble-uns '11 git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue. An' the lamp wick splutters, an' the wind goes woo-oo ! An' you bear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray. An' the lightnin' bugs in dew Is all quenched away, . You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers, fond an dear. An' churlsh them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphnnt's tear, An he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clus ters all about, Er the gobble-uns '11 git you Ef you - , . Don't Watch Out! James Whiteomb Riley. One Day Nearer Home. O'er the hills the sun is setting, And the eve is drawing on; Slowly drops the gentle twilight, For another dny forgone. Gone for aye its race is over, Soon the darker shades will come; Still, 'tis sweet to know at even, We are one day nearer home. "One day nearer," sings the seaman, As he glides the waters o'er, While the light is softly dying. On his distant native shore. Thus the Christian on life's ocean, , As his light boat cuts the foam, In the evening criee with rapture, "I am one day nearer home." Worn and wesry, oft the pilgrim Hails the setting! of the sun; For the goal is one day nearer, And his journey nearly done. Thus we feel when, o'er life's desert. Heart and sandal sore we roam, As the twilight gathers o'er us, We are one day nearer home. Nearer home! Yes, one day nearer To our Father's house on high To the green fields and the fountains Of the lands beyond the sky, For the" heavens grow brighter o'er us, And the lamps hang in the dome, And our tents are pitched still clorer. For we're one day nearer home. Rev. Benj. II. Hunt GREATNESS OF INVENTIONS.' Tho yellow stain caused by removing the plat from the hypo too soon can be removed by placing the negative in the following solution: Alum. 50 parts; water, 1,000 parts; bichromate of potassium, 10 parts; hydro chloric acid, 10 parts. After several minutes the negative turns yellow. It Is washed thoroughly, exposed' to eunlight for several minutes and de veloped with the ordinary oxalate-and-iron developer. Am. Pbotog. In a recent leenre to amateurs Mr. George G. Rockwood, the well-known-New York photographer, said: "There Is no paper made on earth that will print with all kinds of negatives, and the converse of that proposition 1 true, that no, negatives can be made that will print on all kinds of paper with satisfactory results. This Is a preliminary statement of the fact that all developing papers require especially made negatives or negatives of a particular quality In order to get the best results. I have been making experiments with developing papers, the results of which lead me to say: Negatives for all developing papers should be full (not over) time, and developed with the utmost caution as not to In the slightest degree "block the high lights; In fact, a very thin but snappy negative Is just the thing; required full of detail, but clear in shadows. There is no danger of carry ing this caution to an extreme, for this particular paper will almost print from an ambrotype. It will be noticed that the very best results obtained) from amateur films or negatives are produced on the various developing papers. It is because the amateur almost universally stops short of full envelopment; hence, they have almost exactly the quality to produce the best results on this grade of paper. Negatives possessing this peculiarity will not make the best Impressions on I'. O. P paper, but If care is taken In making the negatives for the developing papers, It would be a skilled expert that would distinguish prints on such paper from the best platinum photographs." True Measure Their Service to Society in influence on CI villzntlon. The greatness of Inventions Is meas ured not by their Ingenuity nor by the fortunes they make for their origin ators or others, for that is a small mat ter, but by the service wblch they ren der ' to society and by their Influence on civilization. I had Intended, there fore, to Interpret briefly some of the great Inventions, to show how the most destructive weapons of war are life savers and peace-preservers; how the telephone will affect morals and elevate the standard of hi, nor; bow the arc light serves as good police; how the elevator is affecting social problems by piling one city On top of another; how the ocean cables, the telegraph and wire less telegraphy are creating new world conditions which are producing a new world-life, and how the bicycle and the automobile, by securing for us better Bntlflght in , Portugal Not Danger- roaus, win not only increase tne wealtn, one, but Heqnlra Delicate Skill. but also improve the Intellectual and "Bulls In boxing gloves, toreadors moral life of the country, but the limits witn t0T ,Deflr8 and lady-like little of this article forbid. dandlM in natent leather dancing If Inventions are to be measured by Luoe8 rfacefully waving- silken scarfs." their effects, by far the greatest In the Tbi8 ls the way an Englishman once history of the world was the Invention described a Portuguese bull fight of the steam englue. In 1769. the same And the sketeh is fairly correct The year in which the Duke of Wellington Dull flgntg in tne re&ims of King Carlos BULLS WITH BOXING GLOVES. WASTED NO WORDS. and Napoleon Bonaparte were born, James Watt patented bis steam engine, which was destined to exert more Influ ence In 'shaping the world's future than both of these great captains put to gether. From the beginulng, man has had to struggle with nature for his life. She scorched him; she frosted him; she starved him; she smote htm with dis ease; she overawed aud terrorized him; her winds buffeted him; her waters drowned him. Before her lightnings, ber floods, ber cataracts, her aval anches, ber tempestuous seas, be was powerless. Against the measureless forces of nature he could oppose only bis puny arm. On that arm be must rely to wrest from her bis food, fuel, raiment, and shelter. Such was the un equal contest for long thousands of years. But to-day nature ts man's ser vant; her mighty forces do his bidding, and run his errands. Dr. Jos la h Strong, In Success. are humanitarian contests, not more BULL WITH BOXINO GLOVES. Two Ways. There Is a good Jval of comfort to be gkjjj dangerous than a Rugby football match, but requiring almost as much delicate as a gam of billiards, found with the people who are. as the h , kllKl Rn(- , phrase goes "like our folks." The Con- wounded Tne bull &ghtet mounted of- "Yor want of love," finished the man. Blmlra Telegram. Brown hair crowned a face of singular notes of the song welled out and the beautv: two brown eyes soul eyes whole audience listened reverently. looked straight Into his; a little mouth, When the song ended the house was half smiling, half frowning, silently a bedlam of noise. People clapped commanded the return of the paper; a their hands, stamped their feet, whis plump arm, with the sleeve rolled up tied, cried, applauded In every concelv- to the elbow, was stretched out In sup- aDie manner. Again ana again wej olication. It ls no wonder, for the mo- encored tho singer. When at last quiet ment, John Vanders forgot his ambi- reigned the man turned to the girl and tion repeated tne words "You have something of mine," the "It's ours, yours and mine." irirl reneated. "It 1 grand," said the girl; "it only Still bewildered, Vanders held up the fell shrt before for want of for want paper, xou mean misr u uaaeu. "Certainly." said the girl, with a little laugh; "give it to me." "But I want It myself." objected Vanders, drawing back In fear lest the girl should take It from him "Sir!" The girl's mouth was frown lng now. , Before Vanders could reply there was a step behind him and a man came up the walk to the door. "Father." said the girl, "this gentle man has a paper belonging to me." . Vanders noticed she used the' word, "gentleman." The older man turned angrily. Then he held out his hand. "Why, it's Vanders," ie announced, cordially; "won't you join us at din ner?" Without a word Vanders followed the man, a Mr. Merton, into the house, v.here he was Introduced to the daugh ter, Miss Alice. A Great Wheel. Laxey, in the Isle of Man, Is the bead quarters of the lead mtaea of the in land, more than half the ore being ob tained there. It ls celebrated also for its great wheel, which was erected m 1854. Its diameter Is seventy-two feet, and so splendidly Is It set that there ls no oscillation, and It has been golnf practically ever since Its erection. Always the Way. "Ernie la womanlike." "What now?" "Why, she talked for an hour with out letting me get in a word, and then said: 'Why do you let me tell you all this?'" . Few faults are lost, yet many are found. IDENTITY OF DICKENS' SQUEERS. Qaeat Renewed by Reprint of Old "Ad" ' In London Timek. The quest for the Identity of Mr. Wackford Squeers has been revived by the reprint by tb,e Times of an adver tisement from Its Issue of Jan. 7, 1803, says the London Chronicle. A Mr. Simpson, of Woden Croft, near Barnard Castle, thereby announced bis attend ance at the Paraeen's Head, Snowhtlt, te receive "young gentlemen," and a' contemporary jumps to the conclusion that this person was the prototype of the Infamous Squeers. As a matter of fact Dickens bad only too many orig inals for his pitiful story, and an extra ordinary parallel to the tale told la "Nicholas Nickelby" may be found m the biography of James Abernethy, the father of marine engineering. This work was published by his son In 1807, and reviewed In the Chronicle of Dec. 28, of that year, the facts as to the mis erable school life being reproduced from the late engineer's diary, this portion of which was written In 1834, or. about four years before the novl made its appearance In monthly parts. Tbe reviewer thus tells the story, and draws tbe parallel: "Tbe school to which James and his brother George were sent was kept by a ruffian named Smith, at Cotherstone, near Barnard Castle, in North Yorkshire, and there ls something quite remarkable In the facts that there was a Mrs. Smith, who ap pears to have been the counterpart of Mrs. Squeers; that tbe arrangements gregationallst furnishes an Instance in point, relative to the old and new way of giving out church notices: The old-fashioned clergyman had been in tbe habit of making tbe an nouncements In bis most punctilious manner. Each one was couched lu some such lanifuage as this: "If it be In accordance with the will of Divine Providence, there will be a meet ing in this house this evening; the sub ject will be, 'Scripture Promises,' and there will be a short address by tbe pas tor, no unforeseen accident prevent ing." on a good horse, which he ls careful to keep out of the way of attacking horns. Consequently there ts nothing offensive in the sport, but plenty of exoltement and amusement, and If be hat the true sporting spirit the bull must enjoy the game as heartily as any one. CONVERTS MILK INTO POWDER. Hade Bis Communication with 8mlt Kzprndlture of Breath. "Speech with blm," says a recent clever writer, "was a convenience, Ilk , a spoon; he did not UBe It oftener than was necessary." She was speaking of a taciturn Englishman. Yankees are- usually readier with their tongues, yet once In a while there Is a man among them of this same silent kind. ' Such a one was Reuben Jcnks of Hentley. ' One day, when he was passing the farmhouse of a neighbor, he saw , smoke and' sparks rolling upward In considerable volume. He knocked, and walking unhurriedly Into ' tbe living room, where the family were gathered, remarked. In bis usual tranquil tone: "Fire." They were rather flutter-brained peo ple, and as soon as they realized that the alarm was genuine began to rush about, collecting both valuable and. worthless objects with Impartial haste. Only one of them thought to ask wher -the Ure was. "Chimney," said Reuben. "Roof."' Just then the eldest son, a lanky lad., rushed by, carrying an armful of use less things. Reuben's hand shot oulr and seized the boy's collar. The trash waa thrown on tbe sofa. "Bucket," said Reuben. Then he vanished. j The boy got a bucket and went np to the scuttle, where be found Reuben already on the ridge-pole with an ax. The girls passed up water, the mother continued to gather her treasures, and the father ran down the road to get help. In a quarter of an hour he returned wtth a dozen zealous farm-bauds, bear ing palls; but as they reached th house a grimy figure slipped from tho Jow eaves to the porch and thence to the ground, nodded, , wiped tho perspi ration from his eyes with a scorched, sleeve and remarked, briefly: "Out." lavaatloa that May Do Away with Pa la of Product la Liqaid Form Soon you may have milk delivered to your home in a paper or cloth sack When his successor arrived everv one or tn a package wtth a string around suuDosed that the old order of things It The grocer win scoop u up irom nvts-flin K1 tr nnnHnna 111 Vitslr am Hut a harrel as be does flour, meal or the congregation Involuntarily drew n sagnt. A new lnyentlon called the K-ooth nf roitof uhMi ho n.iainr n. exsiccator transforms skimmed milk u.vu.u - .V..-- ... marked, In a pleasant conversational tone: "I haven't yet decided whether or not It's advisable to continue the evening meetings during the coming month. 'Tany rate, we'll bold one to-night; and let's all try to be there." The Amateur Actor. "A few of us are going to have pri vate theatricals," the aspirant said to an old actor tbe other day, "and I am cast to pose as the dying gladiator. Would you mind giving me a few wrinkles?" ' , "Oh, no. You are the dying gladi ator, eh? Well, to begin with, what are you dying for?!' "I I don't understand." MILK POWDER MACHINE. Into a highly soluble powder of flour, wblch can be transported for a long "Rut vou must understand. I want tlmo without spoiling. The powder know whether vou are dvlnir for a will roadlly dissolve la warm water, glass of beer or being carried off by to 70 dogrees 0., and tho solution iinnlnir consumption. It will make tastes, smells and look Just llko trosn a heap of difference In the pose." milk. The Invention eomes from Swe Accordlng to Inter Information, the den and is the product of the brain of vnimtr man was wlldlv searching a vol- ono Martin BckeuDerg. a large ex urn of Shakespeare to see what the stecator will evaporate 021 gallons of elfldintor died for. skimmed milk in ten hours and costs about $1,200, Woman uooior at lnqueac. For the first time In the history Wolverhampton a woman doctor or , Ships Like Bird. re" Professor Kretchmar of the German cently gave evidence at an Inquest. At wjects the traditional typo of ship the request oi tue coroner ine post- ptttirnd on the form of fishes and mortem, wnicu ai ou a woiuau oouy, iUD)rtltutes that of aquatic Birds. By was made by two women doctors. minimizing tbe wavo resistance the Th. n.. Thimr Nedr.,i. new form augment tho propelling ca "Don't be despondent Henry; there pacity of the screw of a ship of tbe nf irnod thlnes In thin iifo present typo 60 per cent, thus produc- hesldes money." to a corresponding acceleration of "I know It, Martha, but you can't Pxl without any Increase of power. have them without money." New York Sun. First Mother-in-Law Joke, Eve Mother ls coming to visit us to- Men are too much Inclined to accept morrow, a pretty woman at ber face value. 1 Adam Oh, fudge! Baltimore Nows. A Dlsenohaavtlncc View. . It la unsafe to Judge by apearancea;. even the most agreeable ones. The bachelor who Is Interested In the ex periences of his married friends was In a car with a couple with whom be was acquainted. It was a rainy morning. The young wife had ber umbrella well Out ef the way of those who passed up and down the car, but a lumbering, overgrown boy, on his pas sage to tbe door, managed to bit it with one foot, fall over It, and break it before be regained bis balance. "Oh, I'm sorry I broke It!" stam mered the unfortunate, with a scarlet face. "I I'd like to pay " "Never mind. I'm sure It wasn't your fault," and the lady smiled np at him without a trace of anger or even Irritation on her face. "Well, I must say your wife ls an angel!" exclaimed the bachelor, warm ly. "Most women would have with ered that elumsy boy wtth a look, if they hadn't scorched blm with words." "Bhs ls an angel," sadd th married man, as he picked Hp the piece of the umbrella and smiled qutxslcally at hu wife, "but she's wanted a new um brella for a month, and now she knows -111 get It for her. It's a sad world, tsnt It? full of disappointments ana-dteenehanttaenta." United Bta.se a Borrower. The estimate 1 made that this coun try annually Nclve ,$30,000,000 oa its capital invested In foreign coun tries, and pays $110,000,000 to foreign ers on tbelr capital Invested hero, mak ing an adverse balance on this Item of $00,000,000. ) Somebody Would Benefit. "Yes," remarked the loud-voiced man with the diamond stod, "I am out of politics for good." "Ah," murmured tbe sedate little fol low In the corner. "May I ask for whose good?" Philadelphia Record. New Engineering Device. . A new device to prevent locomotive wheels from slipping magnetizes that drivers so that they .stick to the rails.