A LITTLE LOVE SONG.
A year ago today, my love.
My heart was full of care;
The gathered grief of long. Ions yean
Seemed more than I could bear.
Tbe past was all so fraught wiih pain.
The present dim with woe,
Tbe future looked no d-urk to me.
One little year ago.
I thought to tn-ad my louely path
In silence, all alone:
No friend to cheer with kindly word, ,
No hand to claup my own;
No dream or hope of liht or love
To bless my shadowed way.
Ah, well! Ti said, "the darkest boar
Is just before the day."
8, when my deepest uight had come,
' And life wok weil nigh gone,
Heareo's own kind care sent you. my dear,
To herald in the dawn.
The tender touch of love's own band
Bent every cloud away,
Aad heaven swung dazzling down to me,
A year ago today '
And now those gentle eyes of blue
Look lovingly in mine;
And Rtrong, brave hands, with kindly clasp.
My trembling ones entwine; '
And onward now with happy heart,
I walk life's Joyous way.
And bless the boon which came to me
A year ago today.
MatUe Dyer Britts in New York Ledger
DOLLY.
Dolly and ho were friends. How or
why the friendship was first struck np
is unknown. But this much is certain,
that the first advances must have come
from Dolly herself, for a friendship of
amy kind, inuch less a friendship with a
chnbby, dimpled little maiden, was noi
much in Jim's line.
There was nothing attractive about
Jim quite the reverse. A great hulk
ing fellow, with a sullen face and evi'
eyes, who, young as he was, had dipped
more freely into life's book than is well
for any man to dip. And Jim had not
come out of the ordeal unsoiled. It was
a rough place, that little western mining
camp in which he worked a rough
place, full of rough men, with whom,
moreover, he was no favorite.
"I calclate." said Judge Beniis, who
was taking his ease outside after a hard
day's work and blowing in a gentle.
meditative sort of way the curling smoke
from his pipe, "I calc'late that a more
thorough paced young scoundrel than
that Jim don't wlak the earth darned
if he do."
This sentiment, as fully embodying
the views of the camp, was received with
sods of assent. "And yet, said the
judge, taking the pipe from his mouth,
-the better to enforce the remark, "Dolly
there seems sort o' struck with him."
"That's so," said big Ben thought-'
folly.
The camp uttered a growl or two of
protest. What did Dolly see in him?
wn8 what the camp wanted to know a
question more easily asked than an
swered.
Pretty baby Dolly! with her dimpled
lace and brown eyes darling baby
Dolly! the God given bit of childhood
which was blossoming in the midst o
that band of wild, hard ' living, hard
drinking fellows, not one of whom, at
his wildest and worst, would have done
aught to harm her.
"Jest look at 'em," said the judge,
raising himself up on his elbow from the
oft grass.
The men followed his gaze, and about
twenty yards away, appearing over the
prairie ridge, they saw the two Dolly
seated on Jim's beautiful horse. Bed
Alnntaug, one of Jims strong arms
thrown protectingly around her, the
other carrying her basket of berries, full
to an extent that showed that Dolly's
chubby little hands had never gathered
them alone.
Dolly herself was regarding the lusci
ma fruit admiringly. "Daddy'll yike
lem. Dim. won't he?" they heard her re
mark.
"well! saia Jim savagely, "seein as
it is Daddy, I've no doubt he will. Dad
tly's ready for most all he can get."
There was a sufficient amount of truth
io the statement to cause a smothered
laugh of amusement among the listeners.
. in which Daddy, otherwise the judge,
food humoredly joined.
Dolly did not laugh; instead, her brown
yes grew troubled. Jim's remark had
. savored of disloyalty to Daddy, and loy
ity to Daddy was part of Dolly's simple
creed. Suddenly she brightened. "So
am I," she announced.
"Are yer, now?" asked Jim.
Iss," said Dolly. " Aren't you?"
Jim made no reply. Catching sight of
the spectators, he lifted Dolly and the
oerries roughly to the ground, and went
on his way in his customary moody si
lence.
Dolly, apparently quite used to such
treatment from her strange friend, picked
tip her basket and trotted contentedly to
her father's side.
"Who've you been with, Dolly?" said
Big Ben, catching her up in his arms and
tossing her to the sky.
"Dim," said Dollv from Ben's shoulder
The men laughed. :
"Well, 1 am surprised," said Big Ben
loftily "a little gell like yon taking up
- with such as bun. I wonder at . you,
Dolly."
For answer Doily boned her hands in
Big Ben's curls, laughing gleefully.
Whereupon a glorious game of romps
ensued.
However, it so happened that Jim was
to give a practical answer to Dolly's ques
tion as to whether he was ready for all
he could get by committing a theft a
(daring theft, and by no means his hrst.
although for tbe first time discovered.
"Caught red handed," said Big Ben
Ui hand tightening ominously on his
keavy stock whip. '
.The camp was soon ablaze with the
news, and from every side - there flocked
aaoerv. fierce eyed men. They made
.abort work of such sinners in those days.
A few yards of rope and the nearest tree
','tused to settle the business effectually.
" A man might gamble or swear or use
Ms pistol as freely as he pleased, but in
such a community theft was necessarily
the mxDardonable crime.
"To the right about!" said Big Ben,
temlv.
.Tfm scowled at him. He did not ask
iSnr nvmrv. knowins that it woold be
useless. He would have been the last to
offer it in such a case himself .
Snadenly attracted oy tne tumult ap
peared Dolly, looking out at the world
from her great sun bonnet. :
Bun away!", said the judge sharply;
"this 'ere ain't no place for little gelis."
Dolly was an obedient little soul, and
in an ordinary case would have obeyed. ,
But baby as she was, something of the
significance of the scene came home to
her: Jim standing alone amid that ring
of cruel faces.
She gazed pitifully at him.
"Go away. Dolly," said Big - Ben:
you've nothing to do with him. He's
thief."
Dole's eyes sought Jim's for a denial.
As he met them with his own reck
less, defiant ones, a something else flashed
into them, and then and there he uttered
downright lie: "Don't you believe 'em.
Dolly; I ain't nothing of the sort." And;
half involuntarily, he threw a wistful
glance at Big Ben.
Spite of his roughness Big Ben must
have had a soft spot somewhere, for.
bending down to Dolly, he said gently:
"There, you 6ee, Dolly, I must have
been mistook. This 'ere fellow, instead
of being a thief, is a wirtuous yonth, an
innicent angel, in fact. Now run away."
So Doll jr departed satisfied.
After she left silence and hesitation
fell upon the men. The little scene had
touched them. After a whispered con
sultation the judge, stepping forward,
cut the cord round Jim's wrist, saying
curtly, "Here, you young scoundrel,
well let yon off this time. But clear
oat of this;- we don't want no thieves
here."
Without a word Jim turned on his
heel. Some men would have left the
place at once. Jim was made of differ
ent stuff. Expelled from the camp he
built himself a cabin on the outskirts.
not trying to live the disgrace down, but
enduring it with the dogged obstinacy
which was part of his nature. The
miners, even Big Ben, ignored him com
pletely; for Ben, for all that instant of
softness, had certain rugged fibers of.
pride about him which led him to treat :
a thief with merciless justice.
The effects of this "severely letting
alone" system were not very apparent,
which was no doubt the reason of its le
ing carried on so long.. If Jim had only
shown a proper spirit of penitence he
would have been forgiven. But, except
that he was a trifle surlier, he went on
his way pretty much as before, even
Dolly being treated in public with savage
silence. But as she was not alienated
there is reason to suppose that he mended
his manners when they were alone to
gether. For together they still were at
times; and although muttered protests
went up from the camp on such occa
sions not a man but had manliness enough
to refrain from making Dolly part of
Jim's punishment. So she and "Dim"
and Red Mustang had many a fine
scamper together over the prairie.
But there came a time when Jim and
Red Mustang between them were to do
a fine work a time when a sudden dan
ger loomed out, and Jim rose to it like
the brave man that he was when with
clenched teeth he subdued the demon
within him, and proved that on occasion
he was ready, not for all he could get,
but to give up all that he had. For a
savage "'whoop" rang out one night on
the unsuspecting camp. Men knew what
it was, and sprang to their feet with a
snarl of rage. Rifle in hand they rushed
out.
"Injin," said the judge, coolly loading
his rifle, and in the moonlight gleamed
the dusky painted figures. There was
little love lost between Injun and white
man. The "man-and-a-brother" $heory
had not been propounded on either side.
It was war to the knife on both. "Steady!
boys, steady!." said the judge, to whom
such scenes were by no means new.
Ready there? Now at 'em!"
And "at 'em", it was. Down swung
the muskets, out flashed the shot, and
with a look that was not good to see
upon their faces the boys began their
work sharp work butchery. The sav
ages swarmed into the camp only to be
cut down. It was soon over. But the In
dians had fought bravely, and, old, tried
hand as he was, an uneasy light had
leaped to the judge's eye. "It was a
close shave," he muttered, wiping the
great drops of sweat from his brow as he
watched the fleeing band "a close
shave. A little more, and" The
pause was suggestive.
The day was already breaking when
the judge turned in home. "Hope the
little lass hasn't been scared," he
thought; and, involuntarily, a queer,
tender gleam ' passed over the weather
beaten face as he thought of his "little
lass."
"Dolly!" lie said, opening the cabiu
door. There was no answer. "Dolly V
and then again a little quicker, "Dolly !"
Again that night the men were aroused
by a cry an awful cry, wrung from a
Btrong man in pain; and when they hur
ried forward it was to find the judge
with' the fashion of his face all changed,
pointing to the empty cabin, on whose
floor shone the gleam of a tomahawk.
That and the confusion of the place told
its tale all too plainly Dolly had been
carried off by the Indians!
- And not a man among them but shud
dered, for Indian revenge is a very hor
rible thing at its best, and the pitiful
helplessness of a little child would have
no weight with a Blackf oot warrior on
the warpath, especially if the child's
people had defeated his own.
..- In the dazed silence Jim stepped for
ward Jim, with . his t shoulders well
squared and a resolute look on bis face.
He eyed the group rather scornfully.
"Going to stop here all day?" he asked.
"Bein' as this is just the right time to
give your Horses a rest! I'm off!" And
so he was, he and Red Mustang together,
racing over the plain. But not before
he had seized the judge's hand in a fierce
grip, saying, with a totally unexpected
catch in his voice; "Jedge, if I - can I'll
bring her back." Not much, but it
meant a great, deal. .
Thoroughly roused, the rest followed
his example not one hung back. Ali
that fleet horses and brave hearts could
do would be done for the little one.
" I used to think Bed Mustang the finest
horse in the world, and never wondered j
at Jim's pride in her. A beautiful creat
ure she was. indeed, and what was more
to the purpose, swift and strong. - She
had been peculiarly vicious, and Jim had
broken her in himself. I was present at
that breaking in, and, boy as I was, I re
member to this day my feeling of ad
miration as Jim quietly mounted upon
her back.
"He's a blessed young scamp," said a
man near me in involuntary delight,
"but, by Jove, he can ride!"
So he could. Red Mustang exerted all j
her powers which were by no
means j
alight in the way of backing, rearing.
shying, kicking and plunging, to no pur
pose. With his feet well in the stir
rups and a' firm grip on her sides, Jiiu
' stuck on, sparing neither whip nor spur,
and making the lash curl round her in a
way that I thought then, and still tuiuk,
was brutal.' But when, all trembling.
she bowed her beautiful" head, and with I
the dark fire of her eye owned him mas-
ter, he flung away the whip and never j
used it again. That was just Jim.
But after the first memorable tussle,
when it had been so emphatically de
cided whose will was to be obeyed, mas
ter and horse came to a very good under
standing. Red Mustang's affection, in-
deed, had something pathetic in it, and
the fact that she showed the reverse to
evervone eke certainlv did not lessen
Jim's fw her y d not le&6en
Over the prairie the little cavalcade j
started. Red Mustang, with that easy I
swinging stride of hers, taking the lead '
and keeping it. Bat Jim pulled her up i
, ... , . ,
from behind, "Here's the trail!"
Riding up, Jim looked at it with his
keen eyes. "That's no trail!" he said
contemptuously.
' Now, the rest of the men having stated
that it was the trail, and being at least
as well able to judyre as Jim, did not re
ceive his remark in the pleasautest spirit.
'. "It are the trail," said Daryl Dash, in
a quietly conclusive way, as if that set
tled it. - '
"But it aren't!" said Jim squarely.
. Now. Daryl Dash was one of the most
trusted hands in the camp, and being
backed by Big. Ben, the rest naturally
took his side.
"This ain't no time for foolin'," the;
said very sternly. "Here's trail; plain
as can be; and we're goin' to follow it up"
: "I'm riot foolin," retorted Jim, with a
kind of desjierate earnestness. "That
trail's too plain for Injins to have left,
unless they done it a' purpose. I can
find the trail right enough if you let me.
Trust me, boys." .......
My poor Jim! As aman sows so shall
he reap. 1 What had he done, in all his
reckless, dissolute life, to be trusted
'now? He was not trusted; nay, more,
he was left, half mad with anger and
despair, to find hi3 trail alone. -
"Take it, or leave it." the men had said
as they galloped off upon their trail.
Away in the east the sun was touch
ing thu sky with red gold light.' Great
crimson ' bars, flecked with orange,
gleamed out broadly, and then melted
into the softer harmony around, and be
fore one knewit, the whole shining mass
united and out flashed the sun. But be
fore it did that Jim had made np his
mind to do a very risky thing to rescue
Dolly single handed. Who else was
there to do it? The others had ridden
away in a direction which was every
moment taking them farther -away from
the right track. . '
"My God!" he said-wildly. Was it a
prayer from those rongh lips? a prayer
which the Good Shepherd heard and
answered? For Jim played a hero's part
that day. He found the trail. For the
sun, glinting downward, caught the
light of a small pink object on the brush
wood and rested there lovingly. Noth
ing much just the torn string from a
little child's sun bonnet. But at the
sight Jim broke into a suppressed
whistle of triumph, and raced Bed Mus
tang forward as she had never been
raced before. I never like to think about
that ride. Enough, the Red Mustang
responded loyally to the situation. From
"noon to. dewy eve" she carried Jim
steadily.' But when, trembling, foam
flecked and parched with ' thirst, . he
stopped her as the Indian camp loomed
in sight, he knew that his work was cut
oat.
"Quiet! old lass! quiet!" he said.
cautiously dismounting and patting hei
with a look on his face that few but
Dolly or Bed Mustang had ever seen
there.
The gallant beast seemed to under
stand,' and suppressing a whinny, rubbed
her nose wistfully against the cares
sing hand:
Half gliding, half creeping forward.
Jim took iu the situation: at a glance.
The" Indiana had evidently only just
stopped and were hastily improvising a
sort of camp. But, unsuspicious as they
were of being followed so soon, Jim
knew that this first careless bustle of ar
rival would not last long, but that sen
tries would be set to guard against any
approach. Suddenly his blood thrilled,
for there before him, not a dozen yards
away, lay ; Dolly reposing on an "old
blanket in tbe healthy sleep of child
hood. It was a foolish thing to do, perhaps,
considering the state Had Mustang was
in, but then Jim was desperate. How
he crawled forward, seized Dolly and got
back to Bed Mustang un perceived he
could never have told himself. But get
back with her he did, and in a flash the
three were off.
"Dim!" said Dolly, clinging in blissful
content to the rough red shirt ed arms.
' "Ay," , Jim . answered, glancing down
at her as he tightened Bed Mustang's
girth; "you go to sleep, Dolly."
So Dolly's little brown bead nestled
down, and Jim and Bed Mustang made
what speed they could, which was not
a very great speed, although there came
Bounds from behind which made the
mare ' tear forward and turned Jim
white. The Indians were in pursuit. -
Mile by mile, hour after hour, that
fearful race went on. The rugged line
of bflla which marked the camp were in
sight now, bat could Bed Mustang hold
out? She was already trembling omi
nously, and Jim knew that the time was
come. If she were to reach the camp at
?" " OT s".
j "Dolly !" he said with a shake which
j made Dolly open her sleepy eyes, "I
want you to do somethin' for me," he
j went on persuasively; "I want to get
down here, I've I've a partie'ler
j reason for wanting to get down here"
j and the arm holding Dolly's as gently as
a woman's kept her head turned well
! forward. "Red Mustang '11 take you
i to the camp all right, if you'll be a brave
! little gell, and go alone."
"Oh!" and Dolly's frightened clutch
wskn vprv firm.
.wiu vo rvllv" said Jim feverish
ly. "Dolly! Dolly! Little lass! Will
you? For me."
"las, Dim," said Dolly with quivering
lips. ' '
" Dismounting, Jim fastened her swiftly
and firmly to the saddle and gave Bed
Mustang the word. "Good-by, Dolly,"
j and Jim's moustache brushed the rosy
lips.
: "Dood-by, Dim," said Dolly.
! Bed Mustang whinnied uneasily. But
! her master had told her to go, and she
went.
"Shell do it," said Jim with a great
sigh of relief.
The Indians were very close noW.
". w 7wW, i7,n-
way' lmtsazedff plam; wmch
moonlight was kindling into peaceful
beauty. Then with an ugly light in his
eJe' h? f?W ' jf
fcn to hat was fo5? mm' ,
V'h a CUp "f 'l
neof llttle T ' h glVeth lt
me." And Jim had given more than
i that he had given his life; for the next
day Big Ben and the rest found him on
the plain scalped. Chambers' Journal.
Sitting Bull's War Club.
The killing of Sitting Bull, the famous
Indian chief, recalls the fact that Mr.
Max E. Dickerson is the proud possessor
of this great chiefs private war club.
Mr. Dickerson secured the club from
Elroy Post, a scenic artist in the employ
of the Union Pacific Railroad company,
who received it as a present from Sitting
Bull himself. Mr. Post was doing some
work for the railroad company at the
time in and around Sitting Bull's head
quarters, and the chief took a great
liking to him, but would have nothing
to do with the rest of the men, although
there were six in the party. He took
Mr. Post all through his camp, intro
duced him to different Indians, and
made things as pleasant for him as pos
sible. . In return for his kindness Mr. Post
painted for Sitting Bull two large pict
ures of his two favorite ponies, Dry
Camp and Never Fret, which so pleaded
the old chief that he said he would like
to present him with sometning in return
for the compliment. Noticing a large
war club hanging np in the chiefs tepee,
Mr. Post said he would like to have it.
Sitting Bull mentioned the fact that the
club was an old relic, had been -in serv
ice over forty years, passed through
numerous battles, and because of its
curiosity he would give it to him. Upon
Mr. Post's return to Aberdeen, S. D., he
shipped the relic to Mr. Dickerson, who
now has it on exhibition in one of the
prominent business places of this city.
Shelby Cor. Cincinnati Enquirer.
Where Dirty Huda Are Allowed. I
American people, in the eyes of an Aus-
uauan recently amveu, us mio isct w
they wear their linger nails closely cut
and very clean. In Sidney or Melbourne
even the most aristocratic gentleman
never thinks of cleaning his finger nails,
and seldom cuts them. Even the lower
classes in the United States take good
care of their nails, which is something
an Australian can scarcely comprehend.
Americans are busy people, and one can
hardly imagine when they find time to
bother with cutting or cleaning their
finger nails. . , "
Another noticeable thing is your illu
mination of shop windows at night.
After 8 o'clock in a Melbourne street the
streets are as dark as a cavern, and one
can walk for a block or more without
seeing a light. Here in San Francisco
there are lights in every window. Even
after the shop is closed the proprietor
leaves electric lights burning to display
and advertise the goods in his window.
A Melbourne merchant would regard
this as a needless expense. Interview
with an Australian. .
Old Shoea at Royalty. ,
In Dresden there is said to be on view
a nuiber of boots, shoes and slippers
once worn by emperors, kings, queens
and princes, which should be of much
interest to relic hunters and shoe col
lectors. A citizen of New" York is said
to have in his possession a shoe and a
sandal which were worn by Queen
Elizabeth more than 300 years ago. The
shoe is in a wonderful state of preserva
tion. Americans who show such a weak
ness for royalty may be interested to
learn that from the latest accounts one
of our princesses has in her wardrobe a
couple of pair of shoes to match every
dress, and a lot of colored Russia leather,
morocco ana black shoes. Chambers'
Journal. :
Killing a Want.
A Chicago man is building n express
car with reference to train robbers. : It
will be provided with forty-two port
holes through which the messengers can
shoot, iron , bottom to prevent burning
him out, and torpedoes and hand gre
nades which can be thrown all about by
a system of springs and levers. Detroit
Free Press. '.."::.:;.
Tbe Other
"Some persons, including myself,"
said , the parson, "believe that in the
next world we but continue the work of
this."
"And you expect to preach in heaven,
doctor?" - .
,. "Yes." , -. - ,. : '.,..-.- .
"I think ni go . to elsewhere."
Epoch. '. .
Theodore' Weld, once a famous anti
slavery lecturer, is living comfortably
with his son at Hyde Park, Mass. He
is 88 years old and is said to closely re
semble the poet Bryant in looks.
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