The Dalles daily chronicle. (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, May 20, 1891, Page 4, Image 4

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    TO - SLEEP.
to sleepl The long bright day tadono.
darkness rises from the fallen son.
To sleepl to sleepl
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day:
Whato'er thy griefs; in sleep they fade away.
To sleep! to sleepl
Sleep, mournful heart, and lot the past be past
Bleep, happy soul! all life will sleep at last.
To sleepl to sleep! '
Lord Tennyson in New York Truth.
THE GOLD NUGGET.
It was given . to Effie to take care of.
It was not a great prize, for it weighed
only seven ounces, but it represented the
only result of a strong man's toil for
many weeks, and as nuggets go it was
considered liy no means a bad "find."
John Archer decided that the nugget
would be safer in his little daughter's
keeping than in his own. There were
thieves anil lawless men at this new
gold rush, as at all new gold rushes, and
they would know of his prize. They
would probably try to annex it.
They would search all sorts of cunning
liiding places in the neighborhood of his
tent; they might even creep into the hut
t . night, to feel under his pillow and
mong his rough bedding for the yellow
earth that folk bated each other for. If
e caught the thief he would shoot him,
but better not to run the risk of losing
tiia treasure, and so he gave it to Effie to
put in her old workbox. The thieves of
the T diggings would be too cunning
to think of examining such an improba
ble hiding place.
"You must take great care of it, dar
ling," said John Archer. "It is for your
another." And Effie stowed the little
nugget away in a corner of the old work
box which had been her mother's un
der the cotton and the socks she was
darning for her father. ... She felt duly
"weighted with the responsibility. She
' knew that this yellow earth was of great
value, for her father, leaving her mother,
who was very delicate, with some friends
in Brisbane, had come a long, weary way
to find it, and she had seen his sorrow,
bis despair, as day after day he had
eagerly worked with pick and spade
without finding what he sought.
Having hidden the little nugget away,
Effie came out of the hut to look round
mod see if. any one was near who might
have seen her. No. No one was near
who might have seen her only Billy the
black King Billy, the aboriginal mon
arch, who loved rum and tobacco, and
who was chopping firewood, for her.
Ring Billy evidently had not seen, for
-he was wielding the ax with quite ex
ceptional vigor; and if Billy had seen it
wouldn't, have mattered very much, for
Effie trusted him.
The little girl's reason for trusting
Xing Billy, the black, was somewhat
trange, and is worthy of being recorded.
She trusted., him because she had been
iind to him. .
But Effie was only twelve. -..
As the child stood in the broad light,
her tumbled hay hued hair kissed and
illumined by the bold rays of the sun,
nd her round, trustful blue eyes shaded
-from the glare by two little brown
bands, watching King Billy at his work,
flock of laughing jackasses alighted in
neighboring fjum tree, and set up a de
aioniac cachination. What made the
ill omened b?rds so madly merry? What
was the joke? Erne's trust? Billy's grati
tude? They failed to explain, but their
amusement was huge and sardonic.
"Drive them away, Billy," pried Effie.
and the obedient king dropped his ax
and threw a faggot of wood at the tree,
which stopped the laughter and dispersed
the merry makers.
"Billy tired now," said the black grin
ning; "too much work plenty wood,"
and he pointed to the result of his labor
"Yes, that will be enough, thank you.
You're a good boy I'll give you some
tobacco."
"Billy's thirsty."
"Then you shall have some tea."
"No tea. Rum."
"No, Billy. Rum isn't good for you.
"Good for miners; good for Billy."
"No, it's not good for miners," said
Effie emphatically; "it makes them fight
and say wicked things." .
"Makes black feller feel good," de
clared Billy, rolling his dusky eyes.
This last argument was effective. Effie
went into her hut her father had re
turned to his work and poured a little
spirits from John Archer's flask ' into a
"pannikin." Billy drank the spirits with
rolling eyes, smacked his bps, and then
lay down in the shadow of the hut to
leep. ,;
The long afternoon passed very slowly
for Effie. Her few trifling duties as
housekeeper were soon done. The little
bnt was tidied and the simple evening
meal prepared, and some hours must
pass before her father returned. How
-could she pass the time? She had only
two books a Bible and a volume of
. stories v for little girls, which she had
-wonas a prize at school in Brisbane.
. But she was too young to appreciate the
first, especially as the type being very
small it was difficult reading, and she'
had grown beyond appreciating the
atories for little - girls,- having known
them by heart -three years before. She
would like to have slept.
--. Everything around her suggested and
- invited the siesta, the steady, heat; the
brightness of the light "without the hut;
the distant-murmur of miners' voices,
which came from beyond yonder belt of
wattle gums; :the monotonous hum of
.the locusts in the forest; .the occasional
fretful cry of a strange bird, and the
egnlar snores, of the fallen! king;, who
, 1 umbered in th shade: of the i but.-. Even
the buzz of the annoying flies assisted
the general effect and brought drowsi
ess.. ,
i -To- remain' still for. a few ; minutes!
' would . have meant .inevitably .- falling
sleep.: Effie felt (his, and remembered
the' little 'gold nugget. If she' slept,"
ome thief might come and take it.
And so she put on her . hat, and, forsak
ing the seductive cool and shade of the
hut, went out into the brightness and
. eat.- 4 -r. -T K- i t- ,-i.vv . ,
Archer's hut stood on' the edge of the'
valley, over against the foot of the blue,
heavily timbered hills. About fifty
- t ... -
yards distant fron-itr-h;4 len-aoiong the
trees, was a high mossgrown rock, at the
base of- which Effie had discovered the
smallest and sweetest of natural springs.
Thither ' the ' child ran looking back
often to see that no one approached the
hut in her absence to bathe her face.
In a few minutes she returned, drying
her face in her apron and shaking her
wet hair in the sun. No one had come:
but King Billy was now awake, and was
slouching lazily off toward the bush.
Effie laughed as she saw him his great
head bent forward, and his thin, narrow
shoulders bowed. She laughed to think
of his laziness, and that, he should look
so tired after such a very little wood
chopping.
She was still laughing at King BilJy
as -she opened the old workbox to -take
another peep at the yellow treasure, and
to make quite sure that the heat hadn't
melted it away., ' And it was quite slow
ly that the laugh died from the pretty
eyes and month quite slowly, because
of the moments it took to realize and ac
cept a misfortune so terrible when she
lifted the coarse socks and looked and
saw no little gold nugget saw nothing.
Then horror and great fear grew in the
blue eyes, and pale agony crept over the
childish face and ' made it old, and the
poor little heart seemed to stop beating.
Effie said nothing and made no cry.
but she closed her eyes tightly for a
moment,: and looked in the box again.
No, it was no illusion; the little nugget
was not there the first gold her father
had found, which had been intrusted to
her care, which was to have been taken
to her mother it was gone. She put
down the box quite quietly and walked
out into the day, but the sun was shin
ing very strangely and mistily now, and
the blue sky had grown . black, and the
trees seemed to move weirdly, and the
locusts had ceased humming from fear,
but . the strange bird was somewhere
near shrieking brokenly: "What will
father say? What will father say?"
But as the child stood there, despair
ing, her sight grew clearer, and she saw
a black figure among the trees and she
was conFcions of a pair of dusky eyes
watching her through the leaves. Then
only she remembered, and she knew who
had done this cruel thing. . King Billv,'
And she had baen kind to him. , ' Eft
suddenly burst into passionate - sobbing
The black figure: still hovered among
the trees, often changing its position,
and the dusky eyes still peered through
the leaves, and the laughing jackasses
flew down to the old tree again, and
laughed more madly than before
laughed at Effie's trust at Billy's grati
tude! ' -
- . "
It was 10 o'clock, and darkness and
quiet reigned in John Archer's hut.
Over among the tents behind the wattle
gums a few gamblers and heavy drink
ers were still awake, and their voices,
raised in anger or ribald merriment,
might' occasionally have been faintly
heard from the hut But Archer, who
had sown .. his wild oats, was a true
worker: and he had his little daughter,
for whose sake he had built the hut away
from the noisy camp.
-.- Archer had come home late and weary,
as usual, had eaten his supper and gone
to rest without, to Effie's intense relief,
speaking of the little gold nugget. The
child was afraid to speak of the loss, and
she was not without vague hopes that a
beneficent providence would restore the
nugget during the darkness and save her
from this great trouble. '
For this she prayed very earnestly be
fore she lay down to sleep. Or did she
sleep at all that night? She never quite
knew. But she thinks that it was then
that she first experienced that terrible,
purgatorial condition which is neither
wakefulness nor sleep, when the body
and mind are . weary enough to bring
the profound sleep which they require,
but which the brain is too overladen
and too cruelly active to allow; when
dreams seem realities and , realities
dreams. It must have been a dream
when she saw something small and yel
low float through the tiny window on
the ghostly silver moonbeams. And
yet, when, having closed her eyes, Bhe
opened them again, it was still there
hovering about : in the darkness less
bright now, and with a pale yellow ha'o.
But it faded quite away: it was a cruel,
mocking dream.
Then was it a dream when the old cur
tain which divided her corner of the hut
from her father's moved near the ground
bulged slightly toward her? It would
be curious to see,' and she lay still.
From under the curtain seemed to come
a thin arm, and slowly, cautiously, after
the arm, a head with a great shock of
hair. And the moonbeams just touched
a face. I think, they kissed it. though it
was black, for they found in a black
hand the little yellow object which had
floated in the first dream.
It was all so real, so .beautiful, that
the child lay' still, scarce daring to
breathe lest the vision should melt away,
and when in her dream came the voice
of her father, with the words. "Speak
or I'll fire!" her lips refused to open.
But it was no dream when the shot
came, and the Black King rolled over on
the earth, dead, with the little gold nog
get he had come to restore pressed in the
death agony against his heart, where
too, was a little gold. ;
" And the laughing birds in the old tree,
startled . from their sleep by the shot,
laughed once more, wildly 'and madly,
at Billy's honesty; but there was bitter
ness in their merriment, for their mas
ter, the devil, had been cheated of the
soul of a Black King. O. Haddon Cham-,
bers in Oak Bough and Wattle Blossom
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""""" Atyueer Superstition. !
: '. MMy father believes in divining rods."
said one urchin solemnly, to another.
' "No; honest?" . . ,-r. y , it i, . '
t "Yep. Every' time, he wants me" to
f ess up he takes the rod to me.: I . guess
that must be a divining rod." St Joseph'
News. V. :
. :' i r -Papa's Old Coats.
"My father gave me fits this morning."
said Jimpeey.
-iVI-wisty mine would give, me some,"
aid ' Georgia, Vho Wears trousers made
from the paternal sleeves. "All I get i
misfits." Harper's Bazar. -
THOMSON AND HI3 RATS.
Wa Going to Bin Cm Seeing
Swim, bat They Maw Him Swim Instead.
' The question is frequently - asked
whence the name of Thomson pond, a
sheet of water in western Maine extend
ing through four towns and lying part
ly in three counties. Tradition says it
was named from the first settler, Joe
Thomson. During his sojourn he was
seriously troubled by rats. He first pro
vided himself with a stout leather bag
of the capacity of f dur bushels. He then
placed an empty hogshead in his log
hovel, leaving the bunghole open,
through which he dropped a small quan
tity of meat scraps and crumbs.
Bag in hand he retired outside to
watch proceedings, peeking through a
small crevice between the logs. Pres
ently he espied an old, gray veteran ap
proaching the bunghole. He takes a
peep, then sniffs, looks cautiously about
and then enters. He soon emerges from
the hogshead and quickly disappears.
In a trice he returns, followed by a
drove amounting to hundreds, which one
by one disappear through the bunghole.
"Now," chuckled Joe, "is my fun," as
he skipped calmly through the door and
adjusted the open mouth of the bag to
the small aperture, at the same time rap
ping the hogshead with the toe of his
boot, which produced a loud, ringing
sound. , With loud squeals and fierce
struggles the frightened rats began to
scramble through the bunghole.'all land
ing in the bottom of the bag.
His first thought was to drown them
by sinking the bag in the pond, but be
ing in a rather gamesome mood, as ,waa
often the case, he concluded to put the
bag in his boat, and after rowing to a
good distance from the shore then release
them, and with his ox goad have a good
time knocking them in the head. .
- Rowing out several rods from the
shore and being in high glee at the
thought of wreaking vengeance on the
'"varmints" which had given so much
trouble, he without hesitation untied the
nag. expecting to see the frightened crea
tures at once leap into the water, but he
quickly found himself mistaken.
: Instead of fleeing or even retreating
the rats charged in a body, and with
teeth and claws so severely lacerated his
face, neck and hands as to cause him to
leap from the ' boat and swim for the
shore, leaving the craft in the possession
of his one time victims. Lewis ton Jour
nal. - . i ,
A Spider's Rapid Work. ' '
When the common geometrical Bpider
has made, up its mind to spin a web, it
commences operations by inclosing a cer
tain area with the foundation lines, i To
these radiating lines are fixed; generally
about thirty in number, -and all joining
in the center of the snare. When the
radii are finished' the spinner proceeds
to weave the concentric lines, stretching
them from one radiating thread to an
other, and forming them of the silk
thickly studded - with - viscous drops.
Starting from the center of the web,
however, the first few concentric threads
are without this peculiarity, the reason
being that the spider likes to sometimes
sit in the middle of its web, and natural
ly does not care to be incommoded with
the sticky matter which it prepares for
the special benefit of. its prey.
When the snare is finished, a - task
which often does not occupy more than
forty minutes in spite of the complicated
nature of the work, the Bpider weaves a
cell in some secluded spot close at hand,
connecting it with the center of the web
by means of a special thread. .This,' by
its trembling, gives intimation of the
capture of any insect in the web, and
also forms a pathway by-which the
snugly ensconced spider is enabled to
proceed on an investigating expedition.
Cornhill Magazine.
. The Sense of Smell.
The eye is used only for seeing, and
the ear for hearing, but the nose is one
of the organs that serve a double pur
pose. It - is not only, the seat of the
sense of smell, but was intended to be
the principal organ through which man
should breathe. Its circuitous passages,
warm and moist, protect the lungs by
taking the chill from the inspired air
and arresting irritating dust.
The whole nose is not concerned in
the act of smelling. The olfactory
nerves, which alone take cognizance of
odors, are situated in the upper third of
the nasal chambers, out of the line of
ordinary inhalation. For this reason we
do not usually notice odors unless they
are somewhat strong: but when we sniff
draw the air into the upper part of
the nostrils and hold it there for a few
moments we become aware of the faint
est scent Youth's Companion.
France's Executive..
The president of France is chosen by a
majority vote of both branches of par
liament sitting together as a joint as
sembly, and his term is seven years.
Usually, however, he is compelled to
step down from office by pressure from
parliament before his term ends.' The
constitution gives him the authority to
select a ministry, which must comprise
members of parliament; to conclude
treaties with foreign nations, to appoint
to the chief military and civil posts, to
pardon offenders, and in concurrence
with the senate to dissolve the chamber
of deputies and bring about a new elec
tion.' These are the chief powers of ths
president The present executive Car.
not was elected on Dec 8, 1887. St.
Louis Globe-Democrat
,.,,-r.- , .No a Bad Idea.'
: : "Remember, boys,'' said the. teacher,
who being still new at, the-business,
knew not what else to say to make an
impression, "that in the bright lexicon
of . youth there's no such word as fail."
After a few moments a boy from ' Bos
ton -raised his hand. " "Well, what is it.
Socrates?"' asked the teacher. ,. .r
, : "I -was merely: going to suggest," re
plied the youngster, as he .cleaned; his
spectacles with his handkerchief, "that
if such is the case, it would, be advisable
to" write to ths publishers of that lexicon
and call their attention to the omission."
Montreal Star.
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For those wishing to see the quality
and color of the above paint w e call their
attention to the residence of S. L. Brooks,
Judge Bennett, Smith French and others
painted by Paul Kreft.
Snipes & Kinersly are agents for the
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N J E D Vui ASK
5 i-!rP!-rE'
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& J aj-i-va uoli y iXliU. JXlCl Xb, cXJLLU. LU LI11JS eiKX
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support.
The Daily
four pages of six columns each, will be
issued every evening, except Sunday,
and will be delivered in the city, or sent
by mail for the moderate sum of fifty'"
cents a month.
Its Objects
will be to advertise the resources of the
city, and adjacent country, to assist in
developing" our industries, in extending
and opening up new channels for our
trade, in securing an open river, and in
helping THE DALLES to take her prop
er position as the
Leading City of Eastern Oregon.
The paper, both daily and weekly, will
be independent in politics, and in its
criticism of political matters, as in its
handling of local affairs, it will be x v
; JUST, FAIR AND IMPARTIAL ,
We will endeavor to give all the lo
cal news; and we ask that your criticism
of our object- and course, be formed from
the contents of the paper, and not from
rash assertions of outside parties.
THE WEEKLY,
sent to any address for $1.50 per year.
It will contain from four to six eight
column pages, and we shall endeavor
to make it the equal of the best. Ask
your Postmaster for a copy, or address.
THE CHRONICLE PUB. CO.
Office, N. W. Cor. Washington and Second Sts.
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The Grate City of the Inland Empire is situated at
the head of navigation on the Middle Columbia, and
is a thriving, prosperous city.
. ITS TERRITORY.
It is the supply city for an extensive and rich agri
cultural an .grazing country, its trade reaching as
far south as Summer Lake, a distance of over twe
hundred miles.
THE LARGEST WOOL MARKET.
., The rich grazing country along the eastern slope
of the the Cascades furnishes pasture for thousands
of sheep" , the -wool from -which . finds market here.. . v
; The Dalles is the largest original -wool shipping
point 'in America, about 5,000,000 pounds being
shipped last year, : ' V ; .
: ' " : ; ' ; - ITS PRODUCTS. . r.L
The" salmon fisheries are the finest on the Columbia,
yieldiog'.this year : arevenue of $1,500,000 vhich can
and -will lae more than doubled in. the near future.;
..i .The products.of the beautiful. Klickital valley find
market here, and the country, .south, and east has this
year filled the warehouses, and all available storage
places to overflo-wing. -with their products.
. : .. , ; - its wealth, ;
It is the richest city of its size on the coast, and its
money is scattered over and is being used to develop,
more farming country than is tributary to any other
city in Eastern Oregon! . . , ; ' .
Its 'sitti&rtoii is'xiuassed! "Its ! climate''' ileligiil
ful!. Its possibilities incalculable! Its resources tin
limited! And on these corner stones she stands.
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