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MISS MADAM. By OPIE READ. [Copyright, 18W. by F. T. Neely.] CHAPTER I. An old uiun and an old woman, a pale young fellow and a girl, sat at a table placed upon a long veranda. “Now I wonder who that can be?" ■aid the old man, craning his neck and looking dowu the road. The girl and the young fellow got up that they might ob tain a better view, and the woman, with an air of keen curiosity, leaned over the table, gazed down the road, and, with a woman’s quickness to discover intention, declared: “He’s goin to stop. See, pap?” clutching the old man's arm. “He’s goin to come in at the big gate." “He's not goin to do no sich of a thing,” the man replied. “He's—hang ed if he ain't. Wonder who he can be. Ridin putty good stock, anyhow." The horseman who had thus turned a quiet mxin hour into a speculation of deep concern rode up to the yard fence and, following a time set. fashion of that part of the country, cried, “Hello!" “Git down Mud come in,» the did muu answered. He bad ariseA vrom the table and was advancing to ine^t the stranger. “Come right in, suh, and make yo'self at home. ” The girl vanished. The young fellow hung about and stole an occasional peep nt the visitor. It was evident that strangers were rare in that neighbor hood. “We liavo jest been eatin a snack,” said the old man, when ho had shown the stranger into the house. "Won't yon eat a mouthful or so? Don't reckon, however, that you will find much to yo’ taste. ” “Pap,” the woman suddenly inter posed. appt tiring in the door and wring ing her apron in embarrassed conscious ness of the temerity of thus presenting herself, “if he’ll wait a minit, I’ll kill a chicken and bake some biscuit, for, goodness knows, we ain't got nuthin that is fitteii for a body to eat. ” “Oh, don’t let me put you to any trouble!” the visitor protested. “I’m sure that anything you’ve got is good enough for me. ” He was so uisy in manner and so cordial of voice that the woman, yield ing, though reluctantly, itcould be seen, said: “Waal, if you think you can put up with it, you are perfectly welcome. Pap, fetch a cheer for the gentleman." They seated themselves at the table, but the girl and the young fellow did not leappear The girl, peeping from behind the ush hopper and speaking to the young fellow, who had taken refuge behind a corner of the smokehouse, said: “He looks mighty fine. Little Dave.” "A fiddle uin't no whar to him,” the boy answered. "Little Dave,” the old man called, “why don’t you and Miss Madam come along here now and finish eatin yo’ din ner?” "Don't want no mo’.” The visitor looked up, ami the girl and young fellow dodged out of sight. In some parts of the country this would have been regarded us an odd family, but in a certain wild region of Kentucky old man Bradshaw's “folks” were quite conventional. The head of the household was somewhat of a neigh- borhoood character. He was tall and gaunt, with a large, pioneer sort of nose, and with an uneven, grayish beard. He bud u backwoodsman’s ideas of the ludicrous, that broad estimate of fun which, when refined, but not too much toned down, approaches the es tablishment of a distinctive class of American humor, and emphasizing his conception of the ridiculous, as though an atonement must be offered, there was a pathetic note somewhere in the gamut of his voice. When a at ting num, he had built a house on a 1. g e, m ar a spring that gushed frent nt. a rugged bluff, green the year rcuud—eternity’s moss covering the rock of ages. Here he and his wife had spent many a year of toil, and it was here, in an old orchard, that they expected to be buried. The woman, too, was, in her way, a type. She hud two great fears—one that she might not possibly have received enough of the Spirit when, years ago, she hud sprung up from the mourners’ bench and shouted in the almost fren zied ecstasy of her soul’s deliverance from torment. She was supremely, she thought divinely, huppy for months aft erward, but gradually she began to feur that her conversion hud been too vio lent, and that satan must either have had a hand in the work or had at least thrown in a suggestion or tw<5. SoAie- times her faith would be perfect, and not a cloud could she see in her serene sky of hope. Then she would go about the yard, singing. Everything seemed to inspire her, mid new songs came to her as she stood, with her arms resting on the fence, gazing down the lonely road. The breeze that stirred her hair was a whisper of love, and the sunlight that fell in the lane was a smile of en couragement. Suddenly, and without a warning gradation from this mount of assured paradise, she would sink into the valley of doubt. The breeze that stirred her hair was harsh with re proach, and the sunlight that fell in the Jane was a threatening flame. Then she would hasten to the field where her hus band was at wo-k. “Pap, 1 jest know I ain’t elected. ” "How do you know? You ain't seen all the votes yet, have you?” “For mussy sake, don’t talk that way when a body is in sich distress. Oh, I have done the best I can, the Lord knows I" “Waal, if you huve, you are all right, I reckon. You trust in the Saviour, don't you?” “Oh, yes, with all my soul.” “Waal, then, nothin can't hurt yo’ soul. Go on back to the house now and rest easy ” If one of these supplicating viNits should hnpjien to be near the ntstn hour, the old fellow would slyly hint that he didn't feel very well either, and that a bite to eat would help him mightily. Mrs. Bradshaw’s other fear was that people who visited her house might go away and "norate it around” that they didn't get enough to eat while there, and she hud been known to slip out at night and kill a chicken to keep down the possibility of slander. Thg old man often said that nothing on the place was safe, not even a sitting goose, whenever anybody chanced to “drap in. ” Once, when she was delirious with fever, her husband awoke at night and found thut she was gone. He heard a chicken squaw 1, und then he fouud her in the henhouse, reaching up and tugging at the feet of an old Shanghai rooster. With regard to the comer who had so cheerfully agreed to take pot luck, even though he was courteous and cordial, there arose grave suspicions, and these fatal words, “norate it around,” e m- ed to whisper themselves into the woman’s mind during the meal, but after dinner, when they sat in the "big room," talking with pleasant freedom, she wondered how so good natured a man could possibly “slander a body.” "I have had yo’boss put up and fed," the old man remarked when the visitor, slightly leaning back, looked toward tho fence. ‘ 'I didn't reckon yon wanted to go uuj farther this evenin. ’ “No; if you don’t mind my staying all nigl)^ I have ridden pretty hard tqg day and am somewhat tired. ” “You are mo’ than welcome, suh. Let’s set!, what is yo’ name?” "Andrews. ” “Any kin to Pete Andrews, over in Hackett county?" “I think not. ” “Waal, you needirt be ashamed to claim kin with him, for lie's much of a man. teen him tie a feller bigger'n him one day at Boyd’s mill. Jest snatched a hold of him, suh, and nach- “P«p, I Ml i/»u It mu Liza I'crduc." ully tied him. And eat! Let me tell you. One time a passu! of us at a log rollin 'gunter talk about eatin, and John San derson, the one that married Sis Per due”— “He married Liza Perdue,” Mrs. Bradshaw mildly suggested. "The one that married Sis Perdue,” the old man repeated. "Pap, I tell you it was Liza Per due, for I rccolleck mighty well the day tiny was married. I was standin at the big gate, uial hero come Snm Hnr- giss on the old mar' that he afterward swopped to Sol Faldiu and Towed, he did, that Jeff Hawkins had split his foot open with an ax and that John Sanderson had jest married Liza Per due. I recoileck it jest like it was yis- tidy. ” “All right,” said the old man. “Have it yo’ own way, for it don’t make no difference nohow. What I was goin to say is this: A passul of us 'gunter talk about eatin, und John San derson”— “The one that married Liza Perdue," Mrs. Bradshaw observed, slightly in clining her head toward the visitor. “Waal, ding it all, the one that mar ried Liza Ann Perdue”— “Her it me won't Liza Ann, pap. It wan’t nothin but Liza. You are thinkin bout Lizzie Anu, the oue next to the youngest. ” The old man was silent for a few moments, and then, stroking his beard, said: "I wish I may die if I ever seen the like. Ccnfound the Perdue family anyhow ! The old man borrowed a bull tongue plow from me once, and I wish I may never stir agin if he didn’t swop it for a shuck collar and a pair of hames. But,” he added, nodding at the visitor, “what I wanted to git at is this: A passul of us was at a log rollin, and the question of who could eat the most come up, and John Sanderson Towed in a sort of offhand way that he did reckon he could j^it mo’ roasted goose eggs when he was right at himself than any man he ever seen. Now this was a leetle grain mo’ than Pete An drews could stand, belli a high strung sort of feller, and he spit his tobneker out of his mouth, he did, and says, ’Are you right at yo’self today?’ And then John Sanderson sort of felt of himself and studied awhile and 'lowed that he reckoned he was. ‘Well, then,’ said Pete, ‘about how many do you think you can chamber?’ John studied awhile and Towed that he didn't know exactly how many he could chamber, but that he would eat agin Pete and have an un derstandin that the one that eat the least had to pay for all. Waal, they pitched in, and .Sanderson swallowed 11, but Andrews he raised a great shout of victory by swallowin 13. I tell you he wan’t no common man even in them days, when great men was a heap mo' plentiful than they are now. Ho you wan’t no kin to him?” “No; I have no relatives in this state. ” "You live away oft yander soine- whar, I reckon?” "Yes; a long ways.” "Don't look like you been uster doin much work?” "Pap,” the woman interposed, “don’t talk thater way. Everybody don't have to work themselves to death like us. ” “Waal, 'Lizabuth. Isholy didn't mean no harm, for I had an old uncle in No th Klina that never done no work, and he was a putty good sort of a fel low, too, I’ll tell you.” The visitor laughed in so good na tured a way that the man laughed, and TRICKS OF MANNER. then from the cutside there came a tit tering that caused the old woman ro Showing Bow Doth Breed a Habit In hasten to the door. “Miss Madam, a Man. what's the matter with yon and Little " Mannerisms,personal peculiarities Dave out thar?” she asked. “Can't you behave yo'selfs and not dodge about and facial tricks in those with whom we are thrown into close relations a-gigglin lik« a lot of geese?” “Geese don't giggle. They squawks," affect our nerves after a time. They came from the outside. are like jarring notes which destroy “Let 'em alone, ’Lizabuth,” said the old man, smiling. “Let 'cm enjoy a melody and wear on the listener until he can think of nothing else. themselves while they can.” “They are your children, I suppose,” There is my friend Annabel, for the visitor remarked. instance. Annabel is one of the “Waal—that is to say—partly,” the old man answered. “Miss Madam isour wittiest, the most generous women daughter—the ouly child we ever had I know. But when Annabel is angry except Jedge, thut the guerrillas killed or hurt and does not want to say so, durin the war—but Little Dave ain't, but does want to say something dis no kin to us. We took him to raise be- . agreeable about somebody, she has fo’ Miss Madam was homed, cause he 1 a trick of running her tongue with was a little bit of a crippletLthirg thut the rapidity of lightning back and nobody didn’t want, but he always was forth across her lips after every a mighty peart child, and, bless you, he statement which she is not sure of can do a power of good with a hoe now. He’s crowdin 20 putty close, and Miss your accepting. I can hardly stay in the room with her after a few mo Madam is goin on 17.“ “Why do you call her Miss Madam?" ments, and were I to see iter do this “I reckon that mime do sound strange tiling without being near enough to to folks that d< u’t understand it. and hear a word 1 should know exactly I’ll tell you exactly how it come about: the frame of mind she was in. 1 A long time ago, when me und wife have tried to tell her how unpleasant was niovin out here, our boss—the one it is, but it means telling her as well we hud—Trapped down in the road and died. Laws amussy, how we was trou something about her mental traits, ■bled, for we didn't know what to do,* and I hardly dare to do that. Then there is Adolphus. Poor not bavin but a few dimes, and we know'll that thar wan’t no use in tryin Adolphus! He lectures just at pres to go on without a boss, as we couldn’t ent, and everybody flatters him, and do nothin arter we got thar toward he has never guessed that he is not raisin a crap. While we was standin everything that is perfect or that thar, mournin, along come a carriage, half his audience turn away and and right close to it come a man on a boss. The carriage was as bright as a say: “Will nobody tell him? We new dollar, and the man looked like a forgive him because he has some governor. Waal, when they got up to good things to say, but we shut our whar we was, they stopped, and the eyes while we listen!" man asked. ‘What’s the matter with yo’ And that which Adolphus does is boss?' ‘Nothin’s the matter with him to begin by making an exclamatory now, suli,’ I said. ‘He might have been remark, like “Art is long !” perhaps. powerful sick a few minits ago, but Then he pauses, scrapes bis throat he’s dead now. ’ ‘Is that the ouly hoss mid standing for at least 50 seconds you’ve got?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ said I, ‘and 1 ain’t got him now, and the Lord with indrawn lips he rolls liis eyes only knows how I’m goin to make a about over his audience to see how crap. ’ Jest then the sweetest face I ever his statement has been accepted. seen—tho face of a woman—showed at I knew a clergyman long ago who the winder of the carriage. The dog never gave out his text without wood blossoms and the redbud bloom pausing directly after to use his had give her their color, and the ilew- handkerchief in that good old fash draps from the grapevines had fell in ioned way which meant a long re her eyes. When she seen my wife the a-standin thar a-cryin, she asked, ‘And sounding blast throughout oh uroh. is that really the only hoss you hail?’ Mrs. Dayton never says anything “ ‘Yes, mam,’ my wife answered, about domestic, political or religious wringin her hands. “ ‘And you say you can’t make a affairs without lifting her hands and crap?’ wriggling her fingers before you. “ ‘Wh can’t do nothin now that the Mr. Garrison never addresses a pret hoss is dead, and we mout as well die ty woman without cocking bis el too. ’ bows or getting a little strut in his “Then the woman sorter leaned out of the carriage, and, with a smile that walk. Mr. Edmunds fills out his put mo in mind of a mornin in spring chest and straightens his shoulders after a rain had fell the night befo', when he sees one coming to whom said, ‘Jedge, get down and give them he must take off his hat. Old Gen yo’ hoss!’ eral Randolph never to the day of “ ‘Madam,’ said he, ‘it shall be jest his deatli gave up the habit of fold- as you say,’ and, befo’ I kuowed what nu> àiis napkin, putting it into u sii was bein done, I was so astonished, tho ver ring, taking a last drink of wa bridle rein was in my hand, my wife was on her knees, and the carriage was ter, and then wiping his lips with gone. We never could find out thar the napkin he had just folded. Habits are the result of mental names. All we knowed was Jedge and Madam. So when our boy was horned conditions, and our responsibility —the one that was killed—we called for our children is very great along him Jedge, and when the little girl these lines. Lack of training al ways come we called her Madam, but bein telle, and tho duty of the parent be such a little bit of a thing, and Madam comes a serious one when tho first soundin most too big for her, we added the Miss. ’Lizabuth, step thar to the symptoms of peculiar personal hab do* aml-tell the children we won't go its appear. It is easy to correct thochild when out to the field agin this evenin. ” Paris and Marseilles are connected by telegraph lines entirely under ground. They are placed in iron pipes and buried 4 feet beneath the surface, with manholes 3,000 feet apart. It cost 47,000,000 to bury the wires. Pages in congress must be over the age of 12 years and under 21. In the senate they receive$1,410 a year and in the house $1,200. The first cannon balls were made of stone. You must use two teaspoonfuls of other baking powder. PIGEONS AS MESSENGERS. Advantagen of Their I'se For the Rapid Concentration of Naval Forced. No Terror» For Geòrgie. 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Rorer in The Ladies' upon it that our adherence to the Home Journal. “Abstain for a given abominable custom—so common in time from all solid foods. Live for less civilized countries, perhaps in at least one week on milk, one-quar Siam itself—of putting to death the ter barley water or koumiss. Then, favorites of the dead will pass into as the stomach grows stronger, take Siamese history as a fact. The dog puro milk, sipping it and swallow in question was doubtless u grey ing it» slowly. You may take also the raw white of an egg shaken with hound. As being pre-eminently the a cup of milk, Bart below'a food, knightly flog, it was privileged in plum porridge, a little scraped beef life to a special place behind its liroiled and finally broiled beef, boil master's left hand at table and after ed rice and pulled bread. A glass of death in effigy to a place at its mas cool, not iced, water should betaken ter's feet upon the tomb. Says Colo the first thing in the morning. A nel Hamilton Smith: “Houndsshap- ctqt of warm, not hot, water half an ed like the present cannot be traced hour before breakfast. For breakfast in the old Frankish and Anglo-Saxon three ounces of milk mixed with manuscripts. They are all coursing one ounce of barley water. This greyhounds, and this character is schedule should be followed every continued, with but few exceptions, three hours throughout the entire as the emblem of fidelity or gentil day for one week, taking the last ity, usually couched on monuments glass of milk half an hour before at the feet of knights, to the last bedtime. Koumiss may be substi period of the recumbent figure.” tuted for the milk or used alternate ____ But the symbol is more farreaching ly” than this, for tho dog on tho monti Plain Lying. incuts of women was the emblem of I heard Mr. Moody say the other affectionate fidelity to their hus day that a lady had come to him bands, on the monuments of men asking how she might be delivered of unquestioning faith in Provi from the habit of exaggeration to dence.—Good Words. which she was prone. “Call it ly ing, madam,” was the uncompro Pagiiii. mising answer, "and deal with it The Latin word front which pagan is as you would with any other temp derived originally meant a fountain or tation of the devil. "—Rev. F. B. I spring; then the village which sprang I up around it, and finally the residents Meyer. in the village. As Christianity took strong root at first in the large centers of population and th" worship of the pagan deities lingered longest in the country and among the country villages it came to be understood that a pagan, or villager, wits, in virtue of his resi dence, a worshiper of the old gods, and thus the term acquired its present tig niflcance. remedy for all Throat and Lung Troubles. Asthma, Coughs, Colds. Lu Grippe. Bronchitis and Incipient Consumption readily yield to its healing power. Price. 50 cents ' I i [ The twenty-third volume of pro ceedings of tlie United States Naval institute lias among its contents sev eral ably written papers on subjects interesting to the navy. Lieutenant E W. Eberle contributes a paper on “Homing Pigeons as Messengers of the Fleet,” in which he refers to the advantages and piactical workings of n messenger pigeon service and points out conditions under which it may be used with advantage to the fleet. In liis pajier Lieutenant Eberle says: “From its geographical surround ings Key West will become our most important pigeon station on the At lantic, and Port Townshend, which controls the strait of Fuca and en trance to Puget sound, will be the most important on the Pacific. Port Townshend station can control the entire entrance to tho west ern possessions of Great Britain, and this would prove of great value in tlie event of hostilities with that country. “Tlie rapid concentration of naval forces at the point of attack or the movement of forces to intercept tlie enemy is only made possible when we have a system by which we can communicate rapidly with the shore station from long distances at sea, aud the messenger pigeon service is the only system by which we can obtain such communication. This service might be called, very appro priately, a ‘sea telegraph' system, and although itH messages cannot bo dispatched with the speed and abso lute certainty of the telegraph yet tho system lias tlie advantage of foi warding its messages from any position witbin definite limits, and therefore it is not necessary to seek the telegraph station in order to send a message. "In the event of hostilities many more messages than those given in the above illustrations would be sent in order to insure the receipt of important information, and if only one of the many little messengers should arrive in time to enable out- fleet to maneuver so as to engagi the enemy before he could inflict appalling destruction of life aud property upon some one of our sea ports, then this service would prove itself most valuable to the govern ment and well worth the small an nual sum required to maintain its efficiency. “It requires but one practical il lustration to strike home and to open our eyes to tlie merits of this service. Let u single human life be saved from shipwreck in a time of peace or let one maneuver of the en emy's fleet be frustrated in the miCst of war by the timely arrival of one of these swift winged, trusty little curriers with its urgent mes sage, and all the country will ap plaud the result and will realize the value of a messenger pigeon service upon tho sens.”—Baltimore Sun. “Bummer.” When people are trying to be very polite in their language, they avoid the use of the word “bummer," yet it is a most respectable word and is not slung by any menus. It is not even an “Americanism,” but has come to us from our English rel atives and is found in the English market bylawsof two centuries ago. In the form “bummaree” it ap- pears ill advertisements in The Pub- lick Intelligencer of ltlfiO. Originally it meant n fish peddler. 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