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About Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 16, 1900)
THE RETURN. O the littlo old town that I loft one day, Because it was quiet, still lias the name that it bad when I went uway, And stands on the same old hill; But the ones that were dear iu the little old town, With its one wide street running up and down, Have ceased to sit on the porches where The roses were trained to climb; They have ecuscd to sew and to whittle there, As they did in the dear old time. The little old church with its wooden sheds Still stands as It stood of yore; But the ones who knelt and who bowed their heads Arc worshiping there no m6re! And the little old school where I carved my name On the home-made desk stands just th'e same But the boys who ore batting the ball to-day And the little inuids, fair and free, Are not the children who used to play On the common there with me! The little old house, so dear, so dear, Stands just where it used to stand; But not for many and many a year Has the latch obeyed her hand The hand in which my hand was laid When my first few faltering steps were made And In the little old parlor there, O'erlooking the little lawn, Another sits in her easy chair And hears the clock tick on. O the little old town that I left one day, Because it was quiet, still Flas the name that it had when I went Away, And stands on the same old hill; But the friends that I've traveled "back home" to see Are gone or else are but strangers to me, And over the doors of the little old stores Are names that I never knew, And the dream that was dear of the "old k home" here Can never, alas! come true. 'Mcago Tlmes-IIerald. 8 LBONITA. in So S Gitano Whiked through the lowland grove 'to meet Leouita at the creek lie iondered why tdie had grown ho different; why she no longer would play the games that for years they had played together; why Bhe now went round by the bridge and would not let lihu assist her nciss Hie stream. . Whcti lie reached the open he saw lier Htunding by the road lit the top of the hill. A horseman who had spoken with her rode away, smiling over his shoulder. Something tightened In Gl tauo's breast. With Arm steps he came to the hill top. "Who was he. Nitu?" "Who but the Corregidor," she an swered archly. "What said he?" "More than ever nuother hath said, Gitano." "What then?" ! Leouita turned her face away. "lie said that mine is the beauty of the night." Gltnno's eyes flashed at the receding horseman. "Why of the night?" lie asked. "Because," she faltered, "because so said the Corregidor my brow Is the moon-touched snow upon the moun tain, and my eyes are the glluting stars." "Said lie that? What more?" "That my hair Is the midnight cloud; that my lips " She turned a pebble with her dainty toe. "That my Hps " Glfnno prompted. "Are the dew-bright berries of holly awaiting the kiss of dawn so said he, the Corregidor." At the bend of the road the rider looked back and raised his glistening sombrero. liPonltu waved her supple baud and smiled. But when she turn ed again to her companion the smile departed from her lips, for the sad ness of bis eyes rebuked her heart. The next day and the next the rider rnmo, but I.eonlta was ever away with !Itniio In the lowland grove. Then, as the third day closed, her father said to her: "'Nita, thou art too much with Gi tano. Let him go his way. Thou art no longer a child." "But. my father, I am happy with Gitano." "So much the worse. Bide thee nt home. The Corregidor will come again." "The Corregidor?" "Ay, 'Nlta; he hath seen thy beau ty." "What dost thou mean, my father?" "(inly that thy place is here. Let Gitano go his way." Another day the rider came, and and when lie went away Leonlta's face was In her hands. "Silly child:" her father said. "Thou wilt be the Corregldora a great lady, and ride In thy coach. Is this thy gratitude for a father's loving care?' Gitano came at sundown to learn why Leouita had not kept their dally tryst. Her father sat with them and told Gitano nil that the Corregidor had smiled upin her beauty and beg. fed Ler for his bride; that the father's promise had been given; that the not ary was to come nest morning to seal the troth, and that until then Leouita was to remain within. Gitano heard as in a dream. The words seemed to come over some vast distance even from some lightless world whose fires had nickered out ages and ages ago. But as her father spoke Leouita weaved a message of the thread upon her lap and trembled with excited joy to see Gitano read it. The moon was low, when a call as of a nightbird fell softly through Leonl ta's lattice. "Gitano!" " 'Nlta!" Cheek to cheek, they whispered from their hearts, and in the meeting of their His were sealed pathetic vows of love beyond this life. Then through the somber avenue of silence they came again to view the gloomy present. "And spoke he only of the beauty of thy face?" Gitano asked. "Only of that," she answered. "I would thou hadst no beauty, then." Before they parted at the lattice Leouita begged one last memento of his honest love. A lush young vine grew In the withered gumtree at the bottom of the gorge. "Bring me a sprig of that, Gitano, for remembrance." And when she took it from hi in she bade him haste to bathe his hands in milk. Then Gitano knew the cruel nature of the vine. "No, no! Not that!" he cried. But the lattice window closed. In the morning light the father look ed on Leonlta's face and horror paled his own. '"Nlta!" he gasped, "la it thee my child?" "Ay, my father; thy child." He swayed and closed his eyes. "Say not so," he moaned. "It can not be! My Nina was so beautiful oh, so beautiful!" . In overwhelming grief he sank upon the floor and rocked feebly and bent his breast. "O santo DIos! What curse is this?" Then came another awful thought. "The Corregidor will never take her now!" he cried. "Why, my father? Doth he love me for my face alone?" But the father only wailed as oue gone mnd: "The Corregidor! The Corregidor! lie will not have her now!" Then came the rider with the Jiotary "She was so much a child," the fa ther sobbed. "She played with young Gitano In the grove. She did not know the devll-vlne would eat her beauty. A And yet it hath but spoiled her face ami not touched her beauteous heart." "Kustlco," said the great Corregi dor, vu,,,,, hast uiy earnest sympathy Here lst, pure of gold." And wii!Y hi notary he rode away. v lien ..tano with his scalded hands smoothed Leoi,ltu's hair his tears e pre ,od his hear. Still thou ni t Wnutiful." he sal' "Nay, sweet Gitalin even thou canst not say that." "Hush, my 'Nlta! Thine is the beau ty of the day. Thy h" art-love Is the glad, warm sunshine and thy glorious soul the rainbow of piLinlsi Chicago Tlmes-HeraldJ,, se to me." THE JUDGE'S TURKISH BATH. It Wan Very Vigorous, atid He Found OutWhs-. The Judge had never tafcen a Turkish bath, but he was not feeling his best that morning, and It suddenly occurred to him to test Its vivifying effects, so enthusiastically descanted upon by his young friends. It seemed to othe Judge that the rub ber was terribly rough, but fearing to expose his Inexperience and subje. t himself to ridicule by objecting to the regular treatment, he patiently endured being punched, pummeled, slapped, spanked, whacked and poked until he could not stand the torture a moment longer. "Is It qul-to neces-sary-to make mi' bla-ack and blue all or ver?" panted the Judge, as Irregularly as the rubber dug his fists In more or less vigorously. "Never you mind; I'm flxln' yon," re sponded the rubber, redoubling his as saults and grinning diabolically at least, so It seemed to the Judge. "Who (slap, groan i are (thud, groan) you?" gasped the Judge, a horrible sus picion dawning In his mind. "Your (whack, groanl face (thump, groanl does (whack, groanl look (slap, g.-oan) fa thud, groan ) miliar" (swish, groan). "Oh, you remember me, do you?' growled the rubber sarcastically. "Well, lash yer old hide, mebbe you'd like to send me up for six months again for prU.-ughtlnT'-IIarper's Magazine. 8pred of Carrier I'lceon. The average speed of a carrier pigeon lu calm weather Is List yards a min ute. With a strong wind lu the direc tion of flight some pigeons have made 1.1KS0 yards a minute. l.arirctt Publto Debt. The public debt of Fiance Is the larg est In the world, and amouuts to l,iiOO.OOO,liOO. Contrary to the general rule the street-car company finds Its hanger ou a source of revcuue. EUROPE'S EMIGRANTS. When Successful Here They Qnlcklj Itecome Americana. I have remarked, for my part, say a writer In the Iter lie Bieue. that the j Americanization of the European emi grant Is the result of success; the man I who succeeds becomes American with a facility truly prodigious, but he who ' fails remains European. Thus It is that a certain part of Chi cago constitutes a veritable interna tional sink where the French, the Swedes, the Germans, the Slavs, the Italians, dwell In groups, retaining in their misery the distinctive marks of their nationality, the language and the habits of their races. On the other hand, the Americaniza tion of the others is perhaps not sc complete at bottom as it is in appear ance. The future alone can tell. It re I mains true, none the less, that In a sin gle generation Europe seems to have lost all Influence over the sons of thost'. who have abandoned her to fix them selves In the new world, and who have been able to make any position for themselves there, however modest. There Is in the air they breathe, In the life they live, something which takes their youth, their enthusiasm, and Inoc ulates It In some way with all the her editary American possessions and Ideas. The fact Is very curious, and certainly, to this degree. It Is unique. How could It fail to act powerfully on the Imagination of a peop'e already given to believe Itself placed above a I) others? IN MEMORY OF "BILL" ANTHONY New York Man Will Erect a Monu ment on the Hero's Grave. C. M. Travis, of Nyack, has a contract to build a monument over the grave o! "Bill' Anthony, the hero of the Maine, in Everegreen cemetery. The monu- MONUMENT TO "BILL" ANTHONY. ment Is to be built and erected at tho expense of a wealthy New York gentle man whose name Is withheld. The monument will be four feet hlgb and three feet wide. It will be of gran ite, with rough rock face work. There will be carved on It two sprays of oak leaves and an anchor. On a raised p.mel will be this Inscription: "Sir, I have to rejHirt that the ship Is blown up and Is sinking;" also the hero's unm'e, date of birth and date of death. It will le finished lu February. New York World. The Bit r Bit. One day a detective was In an auc tion room where "fake" Jewelry was being sold. A lot of watches were of feredcheap, worthless affairs, but got. up to iook nue solid gold. They were knocked down for two dollars and fif teen cents apiece, and the detective noted that they were bought by a con fidence man who had given the police a lot of trouble. Two mouths later the detective met him and asked what he had done with the watches. The scoun drel explained his scheme. He had hired a room, put In a desk and a few chairs, and made himself up to look like an old man. Then he Inserted an advertisement In various papers, some thing like this: "Found A solid gold watch Elgin works. Apply," etc. Nearly every smart thief in town an swered the advertisement, claimed the watch and paid ten dollars for "costs." In two days he disused of his entire stock lu this way, and about one hun dred smart thieves were fuming over their loss. CARICATURE OF KIPLINQ. Consumptive Convict. It is said by an Alabama newspaper that one-half of the pardons Issued In that State are based on the fact that the convict Is suffering from cousump-lou. , i ' i i 5HORTER EUROPEAN MAIL 1 IME. ! rhe Scheme Includes Kailway to Ltouia burg, C 1!., and a Fast Fleet. A scheme which postoflico and rail- , way authorities have had under consid ' eratlon for some years Is said to have been revived, whereby a fast mail ser vice Is to be Inaugurated between Lu- isburg, Boston and New York, shorten ing the time between Liverpool and New York City by about forty-eight hours. In connection with the railroad proj ect a fleet of ocean greyhounds, equal ing In speed such ships as the Oceaule and the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse, Is to be put Into service between the Nova Scotia ports and Liverpool. The dis tance from Loulsburg to Liverpool is given as 2,240 miles. Steamers of the speed of the vessels mentioned could cover the route In about four days and the railroad run to New Yor via Mon: treal would be covered in about forty hours, while Boston could be reached in about twenty-four hours, or five days from Liverpool. If mail can be landed in Boston In five days from Liverpool it follows that passengers will be attract ed by this route. The best, time from Liverpool to Hot ton now is seven days. Boston receives most of her European mall via New York and most of It is dispatched that way. The consequent rehandling of mail at New York causes a delay of twelve hours or more, considerable time to those anxious to bear from friends or ' a HOW TO SAVE TWO DAYS ON EUROPEAN M shape their business by EuropeaaJjJaantYhlfown money. His face ' . " I was a Picture of conflicting emotion The scheme referreil-o eomnrehends the building p-t-Tguty-slx miles of rail road frow'Louisburg to IJawkesbury, N. 10m this point an excellent rail- Xroad connection may be made to United Mates points. Loulsburg is the most easterly port In Nova Scotia, and Is a well-sheltered harbor, which does not freeze In winter time. The distances from Loulsburg to New York via the Montreal route over the Canadian l'aclflc, as figured by an olH clal of that road, are as follows: Loulsburg to Ilawkesbury, 8(5 miles. Hawkesbury to St. John, 338 miles. St. John to Montreal, 4S1 miles. Montreal to New York, 385 miles. Adding the ocean distance from Liv erpool to Loulsburg gives a total of 3,530 miles. The distances via Boston to New York are reckoned as follows: Loulsburg to Hawkesbury, 80 miles. Ilawkesbury to St. John, 338 miles. St. John to Boston, 448 miles. Boston to New York, 233 miles. Adding to this the ocean distance of 2.240 miles makes a total of 3,345 miles, aud almost 200 miles In favor of the Boston route. SMOKED WITH GEN. LUDLOW. The General Furnished the Clitara and the Spaniard the Linbt. "Good afternoon, Zheneral Ludlow," and the American military commander of the city of Havana lifted his eyes from a document he was examining and greeted bis visitor. The latter was au oily, smooth-tongued, plausible Spaniard, by name , well, 1 have forgotten it, If ever I did know, it, but Campos will answer the purpose. Be fore the stranger sat down he extended his right hand to the Geueral, saying nt the same time, "1 am so phs-e-ezed to see you, Zheneral." While his well-lubricated tongue nnd right palm were thus engaged momen tarily, Campos' left was playing Its little part The Spaniard had cunning ly reached over Ludlow's desk with that member, and as be took his seat and It was withdrawn thj officer's sharp, quick eye noted that a fifty-dollar bill was lying under his nose. He divined instnutly the purpose cf Cam pos' visit, and almost as quickly made up his mind w hat to do. Without ap pearing to have seeu the currency smug gling so close In his Inside pocket that It might have Jumped Into it. he as sumed a pleasant, debonalre manner, and Inquired: "Well, seuor, what can I do for you to day?" Campos already was beginning to think he had won his game. Ills eyes sparkled, his face lit up with a happy smile, and In his most courteous tone he said: "Veil. Zheneral, I votild like to get (a franchise a conzeshon, ton know." "Oh, yes," replied Ludlow, aopareut- ly entering into the spirit of the othT. "and, of course, you expect to pay for it?" "Yes, yes," returned Campos with nil eagerness he could not conceal, "i ll) pay for It zomething." and ihen In fixed his eyes on the fifty-dollar bill lying on'the desk; He looked at it so i steadfastly that Ludlow scarcely I could restrain a smile, and for fear of ' embarrassing the visitor he, too. look ed down, and for the first time appear ed to see It. Then, as though on jtlin Impulse of the moment, aud In. order. to show Campos that he understood and was appreciative, he Inquired; . "Do you smoke, senor?" -; . "Yes,. Zheneral," Campos answered, thinking, too, that things were ooming his way In great .shape, "I smoke z'oiiie ' -time'' . .-.'' :.:' ".: ' fo-i- "Have a cigar,". and Ludlow handed over a. box of fine Ha vanas. "These are t. said to be excellent."' "" ' ' . , " " Campos took oue; so dld'LudlowCThe 'v American then picked up the .fty. jand., as he rolled It Idly Into. a. Jong,., thin ... taper, he remarked: "Senoi. I "Hit , these, and like all kinds b'f i-Awnc-y. Have a light." Ludlow struck a match,., and as . Cnnipos made ready to receive it the officer lit the fifty-dollar ' paper 'and ' handed It to his caller. "Yes, I like this paper money." coutinued the,. Anierl-. can, nonchalantly. "It mates' stich'cou- '' veinent cigar 1'ghters."' : Campos' hand trembled as he lit, his v Proposeo Railroad aud passion. It was crav and ereen and red and white. Ills lips twitched, and he was dumb when Ludlow, uow excelling the Castilian at his own pol ished politeness, lemarked: "111 take a light if you are through with It." and then he, too, lit a cigar with the price of a suit of clothes. "Now, what kind of a franchise do you want?" he went on. but Campos begged to be excused for the while, pleading an Important engagement elsewhere. Probably It was with a near-by cistern where he could soak his head, but he did not say so. Campos had tried Spanish methods on an Amer ican officer an officer who belongs to the engineer corps of the United States army, and Is the personification of in tegrity. Real Caae oT "She" in Atrlo. Everybody has read Itlder Haggard's famous novel "She." The main figure of the story certainly lived and died In the Transvaal, according to an English writer, and not so many years ago, either. "She" was really Majaji. Only a few years ago there was n native dis turbance up north, beyond the Zout pnusberg range of mountains, In what was known as Majajl's country. Com mandant Henuing Pretorlus, an old Boer, and a descendant of President Pretorlus,-after whom Pretoria was called, went up to quell the uprising. The natives have a legendary Queen Majaji, who has really been dead for years and years, but they pretend, and partially believe themselves, that she Is still alive, and dwelling In a cave In the mountains, whence she reigns over them, and Issues her behests through the medicine (mount!) men. Pretorlus demanded to see their queen. The luduna (chief) of the na tives replied: "Show us your govern ment aud we will show, you Majaji." The natives speak of her with awe, r.nd refer to "the-wIshes-of-She-ln-a-cave." Arctic Explorer n BonCac. Dr. Nanseu has settled down as a Norwegian squire and sportsman; and Is now a member of the great land owulng class. Ills possessions, which cost a considerable sum. lie on the bor ders of Telemarken, to the south of Lynkopf, one of the highest summits of that district. He has become owner of n large hotel, which was built somo years ago for summer tourists, but will now serve as his private residence. He ffas also acquired a uumberof sur rounding farms and fields. If two brothers who don't snenk to each other are members of the same j same church, do they refer U p-ju other ns "Brother" In church'taJiirr A boy's first lesson at school Is that his slate and lead pencil are not good to cat